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sunnys-rewatch-blog · 2 years

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S2, E18

"A Kiss Before Lying"

How are you telling me Caleb can blow up this garbage graphic to get a detailed photo of "Alison's" fake ID/driver's license? I don't even think they can do this in law enforcement.

"Why would Ali need an ID that didn't even look like her?"- looked like her enough for you to identify her in half a second.

"We just have to generate more heat"- girl, can you not grab his face while he's driving???

Ashley cares about nothing except how she looks.

This is a very cute Mayaly scene, but I think Emily is a little insensitive to how Pam's homophobia also affected Maya.

"Because, based on how you treated Hanna, everyone's gonna see how ugly you are without any help from me" ahh! Yes, this is precisely why Spencer was so many fans' favorite!

Why does Aria act like hanging out with Holden is weird? Aren't they childhood friends? They haven't seen each other for a while. If I were to meet up with a childhood friend I haven't seen in a few years I would be hyped to hang out with them.

I really don't understand why Maya was made out to be "in the wrong" for this stupid weed joke. Pam went through her personal belongings without permission to find anything she could to justify her homophobic rampage so she could split the two of them up, went behind her back to report it to her parents- people she didn't even fucking know- and got Maya sent off to some religion-based rehab for months. By the time she got back, she may have been behind in school, her family ended up moving again, she has to go to a different school, now, and the boy she hooked up with while she was away became her stalker. It's clear that this was a traumatic experience for her based on how she reacts when she's thinking her parents might send her off there, again. And now that I've been exposed to weed, I have no idea how Maya kept it a secret from her parents- especially if she was smoking in the house. That stuff has a potent, noticeable smell. Anyways, Pam owed Maya an apology just as much as she owed Emily one. Em got one, Maya didn't. Emily thinks that just because her relationship with her mom was repaired while Maya was away that Maya's relationship with her should be made a blank slate and that's not how this works. The correct response would have been for Pam to say something like "I was way out of line, and I'm sorry. I would like a chance to honestly get to know you," not for Emily to be mad. It would be forgivable for a teenager to think like this, except that the narrative validates it.

If Hanna makes a habit of going through people's photos without permission, she's going to see stuff she really doesn't want to. What if Spencer had an OnlyFans?

I hate Byron more every time his bitch ass is on-screen.

Hanna is the one who's out of line on this whole flashdrive thing. I'm sorry, but this situation involved everyone- not just her- and she had no right to try to make that decision without consulting them.

Garrett stopping Caleb like that is complete abuse of police authority.

"Darkbloom" is no one's fucking last name. They just call her that like it's totally normal.

And where the fuck is this place? Ali seemed pretty shocked that someone she knew would see her here, but why would Hanna go a super long distance to get her hair done? Why are they treating the wig like it's Alison's actual hair- or was the wig part of...whatever she was having done?

I had a pretty thorough analysis of Alison's personality way back when, I feel like this monologue about how she gets tired of being herself was definitely part of it. This was a concerning interaction. I am also super curious to know about this "Vivian Darkbloom" character- why was she made? Just as a separate identity to Alison? What was her personality? I guess I'm supposed to infer that Alison was using an alias to track down the person who was stalking her and her response to Hanna might have just been a lie, but this doesn't at all seem out of character for her. She spends a lot of time in the flashbacks lying about who she is, and then says something to the effect of "If you can't believe your own lies, what's the point?". It sounds an awful lot like Alison DiLaurentis didn't like herself very much.

Did none of the adults in her life notice she was doing this? To be fair, I have known some young kids to do similar things and kind of experiment with themselves, so maybe it isn't super weird.

I feel like there's a subplot in here about "Lolita" and a story full of underaged girls being in completely inappropriate relationships with older men- especially Alison. Not to harp on it too much, but "Lolita" was meant to be read as a crime novel, and some humans somewhere read this book and found a fire romance story. The glorification of child predation...they drop it in here so casually, are there a lot of teens in this day and age reading "Lolita?" Like enough that someone who's never read it would have memorized the cover? I don't even remember hearing that it was a book until I was eighteen, maybe seventeen, and I don't think any of my friends read it. I was familiar with the term from anime, but I thought it was a Japanese word. I guess I didn't ask a lot of questions about it. For the record, I have heard nothing positive about the impact of this book. I wonder if them dropping this book in here like this is their way of paying homage to a book that provided inspiration for this story.

#alison dilaurentis #anti ezria #aria montgomery #emily fields #ezria #hannah marin #pll rewatch #pll spoilers #spencer hastings

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baevillier · 4 years

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Where you come from | Paul Bissonnette

part 6

It seemed like time was passing faster than Y/N could keep up with. Within a couple of weeks, Cole had already gone for his tour at the barstool office, which he absolutely loved, and Christmas was just around the corner. The snow fall in New York was one of Y/N’s least favourite things about the state. She would much rather prefer to be somewhere hot during the wintertime, or even in Vancouver where the snow wasn’t as heavy and often replaced for rain instead.

With Christmas approaching, it meant that everyone was busy. Cole was getting in some last minute practices before the team took a break, although it was never really a break considering Cole often trained by himself. They had yet to put up the Christmas tree and even start buying presents. Y/N had been working so much that she was barely home long enough to cook herself a meal or get a decent sleep.

Which had been her reasoning for missing one of her dates with Paul. They weren’t technically ‘dating’ but rather two old flames meeting up to mostly talk about their shared kid. It was nothing more than coffee and small talk. Laying underneath the blankets in her room- Y/N was absolutely exhausted, she had worked the morning shift yesterday and then come home for an hour just to work the night shift. It was a lot and she was still barely making ends meet.

The sound of her phone vibrating against the night stand had brought her out of her sleep, a grimace forming upon her lips as she reached out from her blanket burrito. Without even checking the caller ID, she answered groggily. “Hello?”

Biz’s shoulders immediately slumped, he had been looking forward to meeting up and thought that she was simply running late. “Hey its me- we still on for this morning?” He asked softly. Hearing the woman grown on the other line, he realized just how much pressure she was under- he could hear the stress in her voice that she tried desperately to hide.

“Uh yeah- sort im just running late…” she sat up and pressed her hand to her forehead. Looking around the room and already planning her outfit, the woman sighed. “A lots going on Biz… do you think we could meet at my place first and then go from there?” She asked sheepishly. She didn’t like the fact that she was making him go out of her way for things.

With nothing more than a “yeah see you soon” the call was ended and Y/N launched herself from the blankets, making her way to the bathroom to grab a quick shower- as she passed Cole’s bedroom, she peeked in to find him asleep, cuddling into his pillow and almost drooling as he was taking comfort in his Christmas break already.

Pausing at his doorway, she couldn’t just have Biz come over and then not give Cole an excuse as to why. Letting out a sigh, the woman walked into his room and sat at the edge of his bed. “Cole… Hun- wake up for a minute please.” She rubbed his shoulder, there were a couple of bruises along his jaw that made her stomach clench- courtesy of his last fight on the ice.

As his eyes fluttered open and he let out a groan, his face squished together. He was never really a morning person and Y/N blamed that on herself. “So.. I have a friend coming over in a little while. Nothing crazy, uh its just Paul… were going to grab a coffee together.” She mentioned. She didn’t want to lie to him about the fact they knew each other, she just couldn’t tell him how and why they knew each other yet.

The boy lifted his head, a furrow forming in his brow. “You’re going out with biz?” He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Y/N shrugged sheepishly. “We exchanged numbers at your game… and we have a lot in common so were just gonna get a coffee and hang out.” She reassured him.

Sighing softly, Cole nodded his head and buried his face into the blankets. “Alright- Im guessing you want me to get up just in case he gets here early and you’re still in the shower?” He smiled knowing his mother’s antics. Smiling back at him, she kissed the top of his head before heading to the shower. “You’re a life saver.” She hummed.

Within a few minutes, Cole had pulled himself out of bed, grabbing some grey sweatpants from the dresser and pulling them on, his torso covered by a white long sleeved shirt. He brushed his hair quickly and put some cologne on before making his way to the kitchen. The snow was still falling pretty heavily outside which meant that the small balcony off of their living room was piling up.

Grabbing the shovel, he cleared off the deck before making himself some toast. When the buzzer came and his mother wasn’t ready yet, He took it upon himself to let biz in. “Who is it?” He asked.

Panic set into Biz’s chest, part of him unsure of what to say- he wasn’t sure if Y/N had told Cole about him coming over or not. “Uh- its biz… I mean Paul- Paul bissonette.” He looked around anxiously and felt ridiculous. Why was he so nervous to talk to his son? Its not like he hadn’t been around for his kid’s life and his kid didn’t even know that he was his father.

“Alright- my mom’s almost ready but you can come up.” Cole said, buzzing the man in. Making his way to the bathroom, Cole knocked on the door. “Mum? Biz is here.” He told her.

There was a quick shuffle behind the bathroom door and the woman opened it up, already dressed and just drying her hair now. “Il be a few minutes… maybe make small talk?” She suggested.

It was actually a good idea, Cole could start to talk to biz without having her around and they could get closer, Cole could get used to the idea of biz coming around. Making his way to the door, Cole let the man in and offered for him to make himself at home. Looking around the apartment, Paul noticed the Christmas tree and smiled.

“Excited for the holidays?” He asked, taking a seat on the couch a could spots away from his son.

Shrugging subtly, Cole pursed his lips. “No not really. Christmas isn’t a big thing around here… Mom has to work Christmas morning and night so she won’t be home.” He admitted. It was something he had grown up dealing with. “My aunt will be coming over though.” He smiled.

Ever since he was born, Cole had always been rather close with his aunt Kelly, she was a very kind woman and always took care of him. She was also a trouble maker so usually when Cole got up to no-good she as involved.

Paul smiled faintly, he hated the idea of Y/N having to work a lot, he planned on bringing it up to her and hopefully getting her to allow him to pitch in financially. He had more money than he knew what to do with and he saw no better place for it to go than his son. “Your mother is a very strong woman…” he spoke awkwardly.

Cole shot Paul a weird look, basically saying that they didn’t need to talk about their new relationship Which Paul was thankful for. “Hows school been going? You still keeping up with that?” He asked softly. He figured everyone was probably asking him about hockey all the time and he might prefer talking about something new for a change.

The teenager grinned. “Yeah, its pretty good. I only have two classes a day since I finished everything else last semester. But yeah- im looking forward to graduation.” He mentioned. That was nice to hear, Cole worked really hard in life- not just at hockey, but also his school work.

For a while the two of them fell into an easy conversation as if they had known each other for years. There was an unseen bond that the two of them shared.

When Y/N came out of the bedroom and was ready to go, she smiled softly at the two of them, her heart swelling with pride and warmth at the sight of her son connecting with his father. It was a sight she could certainly grow used to. “Ready?” She spoke up, drawing the attention of the two boys.

Paul stood up and clapped his hands. “Yup- All ready.” he headed towards the door.

Y/N gave her son a quick hug as he walked her to the door, ready to lock it behind her. “Alright you two- I expect to see her home at 5pm sharp Paul!” He joked. Y/N rolled her eyes and gave him a playful shove. “Have a good day bud- eat some veggies and work on some homework! Dont talk to strangers!” She laughed, teasing as they headed out.

With the door shut behind them, Paul looked at Y/N and smiled. They headed to the elevator and down to his car. “Hes a good kid…” Paul commented.

Smiling proudly, Y/N lowered her voice. “He really is…”

#paul bissonnette #paul bissonnette imagine #paul bissonnette x reader #series #writing community #where you come from #wycf #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey imagine #hockey x reader

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currentfandomkick · 4 years

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Bio! Dad Strange part 8

This is just a bunch of random things that amuse me from this au, i will try to keep them in a coherent order but no gaurantees.

Everyone in Marinette’s friend group (Max, Kim, Alix, Nino, Sabrina and (somehow) Chloe) has at least one color unique to them, some with a secondary or pattern, to show that they are psuedo-family.

Chloe mentioned the idea after listening to Adrikins go on about anime magic girls and go off on Sailor Moon for too many days.

The group starts it as a joke—if you dont wear your color, you are mad at someone in the group enough to disown them. Wearing someone else’s color meant you saw them as really close compred to the others. Wearing all of the colors meant you felt very loved by the group and are proud damnit!

Chloe picked yellow, and added stripes as her pattern just incase they added another yellow later.

Sabrina demanded purple and argyle patterns as hers. Why? “Purple is mystery i will solve them all!”

Max picked green and decided collared shirts were his domain. Sabrina and him foght over this sometimes, as ‘no we both like this, Not eachother.’

Kim called Red and yellow, since he likes chlow he called her color as his secondary.

Sabrina picked up on the meaning and so did Nino. It didnt register for Marinette, Nino and Max.

Chloe claims this is why she wanted a pattern too.

Alix demands black as her color, despite Max’s protests that no, black is not a color. Alix says she’s all the colors as black, and picked stripes as her pattern like Chloe. Alix has her stripes as knit fingerless gloves, while Chloe wears hers as a shirt.

Nino call blue, and specified his hat as proof of friendship. When he is mad at them he doesnt wear it and everyone assumes a war is going on between him and someone. He forgot it one day and everyone was worried.

Marinette kicks kim and says she wanted Red. In the end she agree to either red or oink—depending on whatever rules her parents made about her wearing any color too much. She picked her signiture flower design as her pattern.

Why is this important?

Becuase now whenever any of them dont wear one if these colors or patterns visibly, it means someone did something and the school intervenes.

So the day Marinette came in early with a too big faded red hoodie and Kim was late without his red on, there was Tension.

He chases Marinette to get his hoodie back. She refuses, dodging and weaving until he ends up in the art class and Oh.

Marinette chucks a better red hoodie sweatshirt at him while saying “this should stop the shippers!”

No one but Chloe and Sabrina knew what that meant. Both were embarassed. They mentioend people thought Kim was crushing on her since his hoodie was getting pinker, and she did wear a lot of faded reds and pinks.

It did not stop the shippers. Only made them swap from romantic ship to ‘oh god these are destructive sibling cinnamon rolls’.

Becuase kim almost crying while tackling Marinette in a hug, in public, while Marinette goes off on him having bà’s hearing and squirming to escape and start another game of chase?

Intense ‘dorky brother loves his new sister who wants to play not be mushy in public’ energy that no one was stopping.

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For those wondering, yes these kids have group sleepovers—boy’s night, girl’s night and ‘everyone night’ usually at Marinette or Chloe’s for the everyones. Yes, these are weekly.

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Chat noir keeps trying to claim Marinette’s room as his part of the miraculous team’s base.

In this au both he and Ladybug have chosen weilders for various miraculous. They are partners but do lead two teams—Marinette’s focused on support, civlians, and strategy and his focused on combating akumas.

Due to this, Ladybug has a team she oversees, and Chat has a team he oversees.

Fu uses this to decide which would make the better gaurdian, as he trains them both here.

Marinette regrets being the only weilder Tikki approves of weilding her due to how the Cure works is people died. Marinette has to relive their death and decide if they should come back or not (was it too truamatic to go on after living it herself? Did they want to live? Questions like that are hers to answer). She is happy to share her job as Ladybug with other ladybug weilders, but is the only one who can cast the cure if there’s death involved.

Adrien is known to not be a perfect fit for the Black Cat, and he agrees that if a better cat comes along, he will give up his role as Chat Noir but not as a member of the team. Fu admits to him he’s a peacock more than cat early on, and while adrien loves plagg—that’s his cat-god-dad—he knows as a guardian trainee he has to do what’s best for the kwami and Paris. He agrees to training potential cats as Aspik until they can find, reclaim and fix the peacock.

Identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir are kept from each other to prevent them being an easy target for the Hawkmoth in this au. Others can know, but unless they weild a miraculous its dangerous given Nooroo’s weilder is their foe. Also name drops can be a thing and its bad all over.

Marinette is insistent on the secret identities being kept as she doesnt want to compromise her identity as a civilian that is not a meta when Ladybug is a known meta. The Miraculous she’s iffy on, and Tikki admits thst if they werent facing Nooroo, it was normal for all weilders to know eachother’s identites for covers and alibis and such.

Chat is upset about this until she mentions how metas are treated and her being out as a meta as ladybug but not as a civilian and why. Then he’s pissed at the govenrment and starts helping out at protests and crashes anti-meta rallies in Paris on Ladybug’s behalf, and points out that if it wasnt for a tiny meta none of them would be alive after syrenx, so shut up. He accepts her stance and only asks if he can tell her his identity when hawkmoth is done for.

Marinette agrees to post-hawkmoth reveal between them. Their teams hate that only the bugs and cats cant know each other’s identities as bugs and cats. Miraculouses are swapped like candy here, so you may know one hero is also another hero but not civlilin id or vice-versa

Yeah, writer salt here rather than character salt. Especially to how the characters were treated.

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On Marinette’s powers, she does have them escalate as she grows and doesnt use her treatments. She takes her meds to prevent this as she’s already scared if her abilities when she leaves them unchecked for too long.

Her treatment is mircodosing kryptonite to keep the kryptonian part from taking over completely. She has all the abilities only when she’s more kryptonian than human cells at the time. Kryptonian cells multiply faster which is why she heals faster.

Max is the only one that she knows knows about her powers in Paris.

Sabine is implied to have an inkling but she ignores her own inkling often. Marinette thinks her mom is pretending she doesnt have powers.

Tom does notice but has no idea how to help, so he’s a cheerleader dad and helps her hide damage sometimes. They have a pact that they dont talk about the time she flipped him, and he fixes whatever she broke, no questions asked.

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Side thing but when the miraculous come into play, warning that i will use character non-hero name for what they’re thinking and saying, while their hero-name is for what they are phsycially doing, as some will change mid-fight.

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Hey i know this wasnt the expected update, but its more idk how to do Jason as Red Hood finding Marinette again.

First option is he was hunting strange, saw a picture of her on his desk and she calls strange asking about jow she should keep hiding since the restrictions just got worse on metas and she’s scared and ‘are you sure i cant just stay in Gotham? I...i dont feel safe here anymore’ and then Jason going on a Quest to find her in Paris, weird-happy reunion, and he goes back to Paris to live with Strange and work on things as Red Hood where Marinette can’t—mainly ground work. She helps him coordiante with the batfam via Tim, and handles gang attack coordination between Gotham Police, Batfam, Jason and RKC. Zsasz calls Jason his apprentice and trains him on hitman etiquette, guns, and yes, his signature form of ‘conditonal promises’. He was given League of Assassin Training, just cant recall it actively (talia gets memory magic becuase i said so. Blocked it until it would be safe for Jason to process here). He does not go to school, he just tracks down who he wants and ensures they cant hurt people. Is a bit obsessed with this when Marinette and Rose dont stop him by force.

Second Option is they both are targetting the same gang and their bust night is the same. Marinette helps him out in her Harley knock-off outfit (new and improved) while she evacuates the girls making the drugs, and Jason is just hunting dealers to find the drug den, finds a small girl dangling a major drug dealer, while Rose is there with the others tied up in plants. He gets caught by Rose, who recognizes his mark. He doesnt remember much about who he was as Robin, mostly as Red hoodie and is so confused. Marinette claims him as her brother and from there Rose takes on a new brother, dumps him on Strange as ‘i am many things, but i dont think i can handle memory loss and whatever happened to him. You do, so fix it.’ Strange winds up adopting him and Tom and Sabine encouraging him to add them as legal gaurdians. Here Jason is listed then on as Tod J. Smith—he cant remember his name in the right order so that’s what he got. His red hood outfit is revamped by Marinette, who coordinates his attacks on gangs with Batman’s, Gotham Police’s, and the RKC’s attempts at gang busts to maximize gang minimization. Somehow Joker starts helping J as a fellow J-J in Marinette’s life, with Zsasz claiming Jason as his apprentice. He does remember the League Training, but isnt sure if he was Robin and if he could be again if he was given that he was a their and kills the worst of the worst (mostly) of his own volition. Here is does go to school in Gotham.

In both Gina kidnaps him for chrismas with the family like she does with Strange. In Both he’s a teen still (hasnt aged since the Pit) and it takes Marinette and Tikki working together so he can later on (maybe? Idk on that point)

Comment which option you like better, becuase i cant choose.

And yes, rogues will be involved again soon.

@ilovefluffbutsmutisalsogreat @dast218 @weird-pale-blonde-person @mystery-5-5

#maribat #maribat au #bio!dad au #bio!dad strange #my au #my ideas #ml au #marinette strange dupain cheng #marinette strange dupain cheng part 8 #paris powers and polls oh my

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a-dotrivenitupontop · 3 years

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30 days of autism acceptance

day 3- relationships

-romantic/sexual

no. 1.) im a minor. 2.) im demiromantic/sexual who may or may not be aegosexual. so idk if ill ever want sex. probably not. it involves touching. and nudity. and ok yeah basically everything i want to avoid in life. the idea of it? sure coolio why not. real life? any sudden sex scenes in films? “hahahahaa the floor looks very nice doesn’t it!! 🙃🙃🙃” like if i want physical affection can’t we just,,, hug??? either platonically or romantically??? is that so bad??? i might want romance but in the VERY far future. I definitely get more squished than crushes lol. it’s weird how im so sex repulsed while im also bi so wooo!! stereotypes clashing!!! (the only stereotypes I am are the cuffs, the finger guns and the awkwardness) id say that the whole romance/sex thing has a thing to do with my autism but then again so does everything haha.

-platonic

it’s obvious if you know me in real life. ✨ i ✨ struggle ✨ to ✨ make ✨ friends ✨. one time i had a conversation with someone and i was so awkward most of the time it looked like i was putting it on. especially when i started rambling about my special interests and less awkward. the person must've been thinking i was faking it the entire time. but i mean now we have pretty ok bond. that’s not really the same thing for other peers i did meet some other people one time but the group was kinda overcrowded and i didn’t really know anyone so ive sort of become the detached person they wave at a few times. like i did get to have nice conversation with one of them about musical theatre but that bond’s kinda gone now as they’ve moved on. however my I’m still processes us as friends so it’s weird. maybe brain also counts another person as a friend despite our only conversations being over whatsapp at midnight because we separated three years ago and have only seen each other a handful of times since. to be fair we were like ultra-super-hyper-bff-and-ever-and-evers soo do whatever you like brain. but the weirdest thing is how i still sometimes get the urge to talk to someone i lost contact with at like 8 years old. i think it has something to do with be being trans as well as autistic. like i want to come out to everyone i knew pre-trans-relisation but i can’t. one (not that long ago) time i cried over a straw getting lost in a milk carton because i never had the chance to tell the straw i was trans. and also because nostalgia and luCIAN WAS A B I T C C IN THAT SITUATION.

-family

it depends on the family member. my mum, sister or brother? yeah. we’re cool. we’re close. we’ve had exciting 3am conversations. my dad, my other sister or grandad? ehhh we’re not THAT close but ehhhhhh it’s whatever. im definitely more me in a home setting that any other setting. theres not really much to say about this except from how distance and time suene apart doesn’t really affect my relationship with anyone in my family. like, my aunt lives a LONG way away. we’re still ok with each other. i only get to see my nephews somewhere between 2 and 12 times a year but one of them still loves me to death. the other one? welll,, he’s only like two or three years old and barely knows who i am so he’s kind of an outlier.

all in all. i’m definitely an autistic stereotype when it comes to relationships. do i like it? no. do i hate it? no. it’s what it’s. i probably have more to add (like more friendships, how i react to a bad rivalry or stuff like that) but im kinds running out of:

-vocabulary

-brain power

-will to live

-and energy

so uhh.. ill cover that next year!

#30daysofautismacceptance #30 days of autism acceptance #2021 #tw sex mention #sex mention tw

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screechingpotatowrites · 4 years

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OSWC Day 8: Eerie

This time, it’s kind of fae-related! Again, this is in 2nd person POV and has no promises of plot or quality. There aren’t content warnings I know of this time, so if anything needs to be tagged, please let me know.

“I don’t think you should trust her.”

“I don’t think you should trust him.”

You sighed, images swimming in your mind like you can’t bear to focus on them. It was far too easy for you to get acquainted with people who hate each other.

Adam was someone you’d known for a grand total of two months before the rest of your classmates assigned you the title of “Adam’s Best Friend.” You didn’t really mind that, but the amount of people who speculated you were dating one friend or another based upon how much physical contact you had with them… That was exhausting. It was worse when someone decided to spread a rumor that you were mainly dating one person and cheating on them with the rest of your friends.

Everything stopped after you stopped hugging people in plain sight and throwing your arms around friends like a jaunty pirate who was about to sing a shanty. And that kind of sucked, seeing as you really didn’t have that much physical contact with people to begin with.

But being friends with people who hated each other outright was something you had yet to experience.

Moira had shown up in the middle of the year. She was quiet and got her work done quickly, even if it was scrawled almost illegibly. You’d have expected a girl as put-together as her would have neater writing, but she seemed to always be a little out of it.

You were almost sure it was… a substance, but it turned out she had a fucked-up sleep schedule like everyone else. She was tired, and so were you and Adam and Heather and Danny and Kay and everyone in the rest of your classes. The athletes were probably worse off with their AP tests and sports that ran almost until midnight, but they seemed to be functioning better than your gaggle of weirdos.

After a while, you were sure that something had happened between Adam and Moira. Adam kept sneaking glances at her when he thought no one was looking. Moira glared at nothing, pointedly not facing in his direction even in class.

Like a fool, you asked them both what was going on. And they treated you like a fool: telling you that there wasn’t anything going on, or it was too complicated to explain. You asked them if you could somehow learn more about it or even get them to talk it out. You were shot down politely as Adam talked in circles.

A week of that made you feel like shit. Sure, sometimes you didn’t understand things the first time they were explained to you. Sure, you didn’t really understand the concept of parents in relation to their children. But it was weird to be put out of the loop like that.

Your phone rung from somewhere around your bed. You scrambled to look for it, finding it between your blankets before the ringing stopped.

“Hello?” you said, even though you knew it was Adam on the other end. Caller ID might not be a recent invention, but you’d observed too many people picking up the phone and assuming that the person was on the other end. In crime shows and Lifetime movies, it was either the cops or a killer.

“Hey. It’s me.” Adam’s voice came through almost staticky.

Why he decided to call you instead of video calling or texting you was a mystery you didn’t care enough to solve. He’d avoided you for most of the week, so this was a somewhat welcome interaction.

“I know,” you responded. “Is everything okay?”

A stupid question to ask, but a question that you wanted an answer to.

“Uh, well…” he trailed off, only the sounds of his fingertips drumming meeting your ears. “I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.”

“What? Why?” You tried to think of every possibly suspicious thing you could have done in the last year. Nothing beside the “bury me in the woods so I can take a ten-year nap and figure out my life” thing came to mind. And that was quite possibly the tames thing you could have said in that situation.

“Something’s wrong with Moira. I just—I can’t explain it.”

You squinted at nothing. “What happened?”

“It’s either that or I just got face-blindness that only applies to her,” he said, background no longer containing finger-drumming. “Do you remember what she looks like?”

She was… taller than you. Or maybe your same height. Sometimes it felt like she was larger than her personality suggested. She was… blonde—no, her hair was that one shade of light brown. Or, no, actually… Didn’t she dye it? You couldn’t remember her eye color, but you only remembered Heather’s because they were green and you don’t see that often. And you normally only kept track of friends’ body types because of dysphoria reasons, but you really couldn’t remember whether Moira was skinny as a bird or larger than you. Was she white? White-passing? Tan?

“I… I don’t…”

He made a sort of hum in agreement, though in a “you just confirmed my suspicions” sort of way instead of the smug “I know better than you” hum he used during play arguments. (The most recent of which involved the inheritance of a house and car left by a fictional uncle of Adam and Kay who’d been unclear in the also-fictional will.)

“I asked a couple other people, too.” Staticky shuffling came from the other line. “Danny thought she had black hair, Heather said she was blonde… Kay for some reason is convinced that Moira is middle eastern, but I know she’s whiter than me.”

You exhaled a slight laugh. There was no way someone could be whiter than Adam. He was the whitest person you’d ever met besides Kay, who’d adamantly refused to eat anything they hadn’t seen someone else try first. Spicy foods were almost an adventure for them.

“No human person can be that forgettable.”

That was true, but you’d lost track of Danny a few times because you confused him with any number of skyscraper-tall guys wearing sports brands. Those times had been on account of you refusing to get glasses until you nearly failed a core class, so they didn’t really count.

“I guess…” You don’t really know how to respond to that. Insinuating that someone you’ve been friends with for…

You can’t remember when your acquaintanceship became a friendship. Or really how exactly you met Moira to begin with.

“Yeah, that was a pretty stupid thing to say. But there’s something off about her. Please be careful.”

“Well, I was planning on it after I realized I don’t know what she looks like, but thanks.”

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lily liveblogs watching “The Terminator” for the first time

I cannot believe no one ever told me the first ten minutes of The Terminator are filled with naked men roaming 1980s Los Angeles. In addition to full-front Arnold Schwarzenegger nudity, there's a chase scene in which Kyle Reese's actor (no slouch himself in the muscles department) runs through a clothing store, dressing himself as he goes. The narrative economy of this movie, I tell you.

Whoever decided that time travel does not involve clothing was clearly having a lot of fun.

Also, I have no idea why the punks decided to make fun of a naked Arnold Schwarzenegger except they were probably drunk/stoned/high and fond of making poor life choices. Either that or they really were Too Stupid To Live.

Is the close up on Kyle Reese's stolen Nikes supposed to be product placement? I think it's product placement. This is the '80s after all.

OMG, a phone booth. This film was not supposed to be a period piece (or was it??), but it's unintentionally hilarious as such. Kyle Reese doesn't seem to know how to reach Sarah Connor otherwise... so the phone book gets to stand in for the Internet.

(god, if you're from his version of 2029, the fact that machines DON'T control everything seems both a) quaint and b) infinitely desirable by comparison.)

What's interesting is both the film's present and the film's future are dystopic hellholes. Yes, it's the middle of the night in Los Angeles, but the way it's filmed, with all the urban debris and trash and homeless wandering the streets very much parallels the future. The garbage truck in the present and the human-killing laser machine in the future are foils to each other.

EVERYONE'S HAIR, OH MY GOD.

It's kinda sad that food service is still visual shorthand for "sucky job" even in the present day, but you can tell Sarah Connor has spunk because she rides a moped and sasses her chain's mascot. Their outfits are terrible. And that kid putting ice cream on her--to the amusement of the assholes she's serving--what a nightmare.

Also, Sarah's friend is awesome and won my heart with one line: "In a hundred years, who's gonna care?" This takes on vast levels of irony given that Sarah Connor is the Chosen One--er, sorry, Chosen One's Mom. I really hope this friend doesn't die.

Child's toy truck getting run over by the Terminator's stolen car. NOT SUBTLE, Y'ALL.

Sarah's friend's first reaction to the news of another Sarah Connor being murdered is to track Sarah into the break room to watch. Efficient way of letting Sarah know something's up and another good character moment.

The contrast between the Terminator effortlessly starting the car and Kyle Reese's labored hotwiring is nicely done. The PTSD flashback as he watches the bulldozer thing is also very efficient way of conveying information without the need for infodumping dialogue. Of course he has a female friend who dies for added trauma. Sigh.

Oh, so she and the friend--whose name is Ginger--are roommates? Well, that explains a lot. Oh, nope, I’m wrong, different person.

SARAH CONNOR HAS A PET IGUANA, I'M CHARMED. She looks so sad holding her pet iguana while her date's voice mail message plays - no going out after she got all dressed up. But at least she has the Iguana of Consolation!

(his name is Pugsley omg omg omg asghkkfl)

Why the hell does Ginger's bf kiss Sarah on the cheek as she leaves? Are they that close to each other or is this a weird quasi-sexual harassment thing (like how he was only kinda embarrassed when she picked up the phone by mistake while he was doing his phone sex thing thinking she was Ginger?)

CREEPY PARKING GARAGE IS CREEPY.

The police are all, "shit, this is awful," and trying to do something, but it isn't going to go well. Also, you can tell it's the '80s because the police lieutenant just casually lights up indoors like it's no big deal.

Like, literally the plot of this movie depends upon a) Sarah Connor's name and address in the phonebook, and b) no cell phones. The fact that these two are intimately connected IRL amuses me greatly.

God, as soon as Ginger and her bf revealed they were staying home, I knew they were toast. The fact that they're shown having sex just makes it all the more inevitable.

I like that the police decide to get a jump on the press AND maybe alert the other Sarah Connors they haven't been able to reach by announcing it over the TV. Sarah's at a restaurant eating pizza so she actually sees it!

The only reason Sarah Connor survives is because the Terminator went very literally through the list and Kyle Reese went straight to the right person. The difference between human intelligence and AI?

I cannot BELIEVE the club doesn't check ID, but maybe it's an illegal club anyway? Nice relevant background techno.

Of course the police's gambit backfires because Sarah can't reach them when she tries to call...

OH MY GOD PUGSLEY THE IGUANA IS SO PRECIOUS (but seriously does not stay in his cage, lol). Please don't let the iguana die...

The dangers of earphones and not being able to hear your surroundings being illustrated literally as soon as the devices were invented.

OF COURSE SARAH IS GOING TO LEAVE HER VOICE MAIL MESSAGE WARNING GINGER OF DANGER AT THE WORST POSSIBLE MOMENT. And she's going to tell him her location, too. This is... god, I don't have words for this.

Sarah left her driver's license in her apartment, what? Or is that an old ID? I can't tell. Welp, now he knows what she looks like, which he clearly didn't before.

This scene where the Terminator shoots up the club with an automatic REALLY hasn't aged well. I feel sick to my stomach just watching it. Of course Sarah is the second-to-last one out and has a human shield, because of course she dies. Sigh.

"Come with me if you want to live." I think that's the first words Kyle Reese has spoken in this movie! Not that the Terminator has said much, either...

Of course the police show up at exactly the wrong moment and draw exactly the wrong conclusions. Of course they end up dead, too. Sigh.

I would say Kyle's driving is atrocious, but there's no actual roads in 2029 LA, so this is much better conditions than he's used to.

Gosh, what would this movie do without alleyways?

Sarah's like "Can you stop it?" and Kyle looks away sheepishly, all WELL I WOULD IF I HAD MY LASER WEAPONS FROM THE FUTURE INSTEAD OF YOUR PUNY '80S GUNS.

Oh, he says he's going to ditch the car, but instead Kyle finally explains things to Sarah, and we're in yet another parking garage. Parking garages and alleys, that's this movie. Oh, and hotwiring cars.

Kyle's monologue about the defense network computers setting off nuclear war is a very '80s manifestation of a very '80s fear. Several '80s fears, now that I think about it. (Wasn't this also the plot of War Games?) Not that it's not topical today, but I think it's expressed in different formats now.

I hate that Sarah is only special because she's the Source of the Savior instead of the actual savior herself. I hate this so much.

Kyle and the Terminator playing "who can shoot better while also driving" in a parking garage that seems to go on literally FOREVER, how is this possible. This is WHY shotgun is a thing.

Oh, good, he's finally letting Sarah drive while he shoots.

Ohhhh, now she's in police custody, and the Lieutenant is comforting her. I hope he doesn't die, but I know better than to hope that anyone other than the Final Girl survives this movie.

The "flex your artificial hand with a hole in it" scene is a bloody counterpart to Luke testing out his new prosthesis in ESB.

It says something about humans that the only way the machines could hunt them was to make them human-coated (human on the outside).

You can tell by the look on Kyle Reese's face when he says "Nobody goes home," that he knows he's on a suicide mission.

Why the hell doesn't John Connor go himself? Why was Kyle chosen? Because he had to lead humanity in the aftermath of Skynet's defeat or because it would make the upcoming plot twist that much more awkward? Probably both, but I wonder if they ever discussed this. "Uh... hi, dad? Dad-to-be?" (Reminder that Douglas Adams is right when he says the worst part of time travel is the grammar.)

Oh, god, the "eye repair" scene is nightmarish. Excellent job foreshadowing it, filmmakers. But still gross. So this is why he gets sunglasses.

(Does he have heat vision? Why do none of the future machines seem to have infrared sight? Wouldn't that be super-useful if you're human-hunting?)

Kyle Reese's "I DIDN'T BUILD THE FUCKING THING!" line is such a relatable mood. We the audience already knew that Time Travel = Mandatory Nudity, but I think it's a nice touch that Skynet assumed the Terminator could just work with whatever was available instead of needing to bring weapons. He’s weapon enough.

Also, this implies the Terminator is just human ENOUGH to pass through the field, which might have been a reason they started working with human-augmented machines in the first place. The reasoning seems to be--no, really--if you put enough living human tissue over a machine, it's "alive" enough for time travel. I don't understand how this works, exactly, but fine.

Oh, good, the cops are giving her body armor now. That can only help. Oh, no, it's a fake-out to explain how the Terminator survived being shot.

I don't understand how this movie is not a walking billboard for gun control, I really don't.

Kyle Reese being all "things are going to shit and I'm going to seize the moment". I think the policeman he slugged might actually survive if he was knocked unconscious and otherwise stayed out of trouble? Don't think the Terminator's going to bother when he's got his real prey to deal with...

And the lietunant who was nice to Sarah is dead. I knew that was going to happen. Great, now the other detective is, too. Sigh. NO ONE IN THIS MOVIE GETS TO LIVE EXCEPT SARAH... and maybe Pugsley the iguana? I don't think he's dead...

Oooh, oooh, another visual theme of this movie is broken glass and smashing windows to unlock things. DON'T FORGET THE BODY ARMOR ON YOUR WAY OUT. (If that's not Chekhov's body armor, I'm going to be very surprised.)

God, it's so weird to contrast the different fates of the Terminator franchise and the Star Wars films, especially given their similarities.

Oooh, oooh! Huddle together for warmth under a bridge! Fall in love!

Skynet has no freakin' subtlety. You can tell they're not human because they automatically decide the best way to keep Sarah Connor from having kids is to kill her, not to have her doctor give her a fake diagnosis so they can perform a hysterectomy or some other scheme. Or even just giving her birth control.

OR HOW ABOUT EVEN CREATING A SPECIAL MODEL TERMINATOR SHE COULD DATE WHO WAS STERILE AND THEREFORE SHE'D NEVER GET PREGNANT. And then Kyle Reese would be the obnoxious dude trying to break them up for the good of humanity and constantly trying to prove to Sarah her hot boyfriend is actually a robot, and Sarah just thinks he's delusional/trying to get in her pants.

(Oh, my god, I want this fic now.)

Oh, she just discovered Kyle's hurt now, ordering him to take off his clothes, there's only one way this can possibly end.

Nice contrast between the Terminator calmly repairing his bloodied self and Sarah feeling nauseous and having Kyle talk to her while she fixes him.

Oh, god, the way Kyle Reese describes John Connor makes me wonder if Kyle had a crush on HIM or if he knew he was John's father from the get-go. FICS FICS FICS, WHERE ARE THE FICS.

Oh, okay, so Reese volunteered because he wanted to meet "the legend--Sarah Connor". Please tell me she's a legend because she's a badass, not JUST because her son is important. Please. Or at least allow me to keep my illusions, okay?

The way Reese looks at her is distinctly hero-worshipping, which is kinda funny given their roles to date. Also, Sarah is pre-badass at this point -- she will become one as a result of the events of this film.

Sarah also has a problem with time travel tenses, I sympathize.

"Thank you, Sarah, for your courage through the dark years. I can't help you with what you must soon face except to say the future is not set.... You must survive or else the future will never exist."

LOL, John telling his mom she better level up or everyone is doomed... so why isn't SHE the savior again??

And--open question--what happened to HER by 2029? Why is it John and not Sarah who's in charge?

Ok, so the HKs DO have infrared, but what keeps them and the Terminator from finding people on various occasions? (Yes, plot, I know.)

"Tell me a bedtime story about your dystopic past-that-is-my-future and give me all kinds of Nightmare Fuel..." (That could have gone better.)

Where do Future Humans get their Future Guns and Gear?? Do they steal them from machines? How does that even WORK? Wouldn't it be easier for the machines to just, I don't know, get creative and kill them some other way?

Keeping with the machine-man parallels, Reese has his own "code numbers" rather like a serial number that he uses to ID himself.

DOGGIES! THERE ARE STILL DOGS IN THE FUTURE, yay!

Yup, the humans in 2029 live in squalor just like the homeless people in the film's present - which might explain why Kyle Reese is remarkably at home, with way less culture shock than you'd expect.

Too bad he and Sarah are on the run and can't go to a fast food restaurant or something fun he's never had before.

The future kids are watching a fire burn in the shell of a TV, OH MY GOD.

Like, it's kinda good the future isn't set because if this what humanity's come to, it might be better to send someone back in time and hope it goes differently? Of course, things can always get worse. Not that they had a choice - I think discovering the machines' plan forced their hand.

Kyle Reese has a photo - is that Sarah Connor? Or is that the woman who got killed earlier in the film? I can't tell.

Dogs barking at the fake people just like the dog barked at the Terminator in the '80s. Nice. Interesting they don't try to shoot the dogs.

Ahh,the photo is burning, the symbolism.... especially when Terminator's flesh melting is going to be a Thing coming up. Cut to: Sarah's sleeping face. Foreshadowing much? (Also: WORST BEDTIME STORY EVER.)

Okay, the way he brushes her face is kinda creepy and hasn't aged well. I hope Sarah has dogs in subsequent movies? I would if I were her.

OH MY GOD, the Terminator has suggested prompts for conversations and chooses "Fuck you, asshole". DYING.

Oh, he's got her address book... and her mom's address. That's how he finds her. Otherwise, there's no way this movie will end in thirty minutes.

Kyle stopping to pet the dog while Sarah gets them a hotel room is such a beautiful background moment.

Sad that even the shittiest '80s motel room is nicer than anything Kyle has ever seen.

AHHH, SHE CALLS HER MOM, this is the smart and appropriate thing to do, but there's no way this can end well for her mom.

I thought the scene was going to cut to her mom on the phone with a gun at her back (before the Terminator kills her), but she's talking to the Terminator mimicking her mother's voice and I... don't know what just happened, but pretty sure it isn't good for Sarah Connor's mom's survival. (Why they didn't go back in time and try to kill HER before she had Sarah... seems like there are so many ways to do this.)

LOL, you think Reese is going to be into food and instead he's into manufacturing explosives in the kitchen. Nice. What follows is Baby's First Improvised Weaponry Lesson.

"He'll find us, won't he?" "Probably." WELL MAYBE IF YOU HADN'T GIVEN SOMEONE YOUR ADDRESS AFTER HE TOLD YOU NOT TO, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN "LATER" RATHER THAN "SOONER", ughhhhhh.

Kyle's reaction when Sarah asks him about his previous lovers is HILARIOUS if you assume he's actually in love with John Connor. But this does answer the question of who the woman in the photo was: it was Sarah, he's been in love with Sarah the whole time (and now kinda embarassed/thrilled at the prospect of sleeping with his hero?)

I can't tell if Sarah genuinely thinks he's hot or if she just feels sorry that he's a virgin. I guess it doesn't really matter since they've been through hell together and sex is a valid way of coping. Also, while Kyle isn't as muscular as the Terminator, he's no slouch in the shirtless department--and he's not wearing a shirt in this scene.

Kyle's admission that he "disconnects" to avoid feeling pain just heightens the machine-man continuum even further...

Oh, my god, John totally knows that Kyle's going to be his dad, and that's why he gives them the picture of Sarah. SO AWKWARD TO BE SET UP BY YOUR SON.

This is the '80s so they can't just have casual sex, he has to be in love with her, and have ALWAYS been in love with her, because this is ROMANCE, and she's the heroine (otherwise it would be morally wrong??). I get it, although this trope hasn't aged well and seems vaguely stalker-ish, even though relatively little stalking was involved.

So he loves her, but Sarah never says she loves him... but she's stressed out and exhausted and she feels sorry for him and he's hot, wtf not?

Hey, he lets her top! That was unexpected and also kinda sweet.

What was the point of Sarah telling her mother if her mother never called back and if they were only going to be there for a day? Shouldn't she be suspicious that her mom never called back? IDIOT BALL.

Kyle hears the dog barking and knows what's up right away. You can see the "oh shit" look on his face.

YET ANOTHER CAR CHASE... except now they're in a truck and the Terminator's on a motorcycle. Oh, goody. And he makes her drive once she pulls out the explosives. Oh, good, an underground tunnel!

I don't understand why the Terminator doesn't shoot out the wheels on the truck. He keeps aiming for Sarah, and I know that's his mission, but... seems like it might be easier to disable the truck first? IDK.

Of course leaning out the window makes it easier for the Terminator to shoot Kyle... now that he's delivered his Sperm Packet from the Future, his role is done and he's toast.

That's also the first moment that Sarah really takes agency by swerving and crashing the car. I think up until this point, she's just kinda gone along with everything...? NOT A COINCIDENCE.

Oh, great, now he has a tractor-trailer. Full of gas. And you have explosions. This will end well.

Wow, the Terminator didn't kill the passenger in the truck after all. Why waste energy, I guess?

I don't understand why he goes for the tractor-trailer instead of.. I don't know, just walking over and strangling Sarah? He's a lot stronger than she is and she's trapped in a wreck. I don't understand it. That seems WAY like overkill. And also gives her time to get her bearings and escape with Kyle.

Kyle jumping into the dumpster is oddly appropriate, given how often dumpsters and trash appear in this movie.

Sarah breathes a sigh of relief WAYYY too soon after the truck goes up in flames.

WHYYYY is she going so close to the flames, that's so dumb, it must be so hot and toxic fumes, whyyyyy? (So they can be RIGHT THERE when the Terminator wakes up, that's why!)

This time Sarah's the one to break a window and unlock a door. Agency! Character development! Whatever you want to call it.

Can you really turn an automated factory on that easily? Shouldn't there be... passwords, or something? But I like that Kyle does it "so he can't track us" - so the EMFs interfere with the Terminator's abilities??

And of course, there's the irony that the smart machine from the future is destroyed by by the dumb machines of the past. Humanity's enemy is also its savior. (Can you imagine what would havehappened if the Terminator had been able to talk to them and convince them to kill the humans / figure out where they were?)

Hey, the Terminator busts down the door in its Final Form and does the EXACT SAME DOOR OPENING TRICK IT'S ALWAYS DONE.

Sarah pulls a chunk of shrapnel OUT OF HER OWN LEG. She gets to scream while she does it because she's female, but it's the foil to the other "repair/healing" we've seen - and a sign of her own transition/evolution.

Kyle's face wound mirrors that of the Terminator, AHHH I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE.

And of course the Terminator still isn't dead even after it's lost half its body and is just this metallic torso dragging itself across the ground with its arms. Because we're still not done yet. Both Sarah and the Terminator have leg wounds, so they're both crawling, I like it. EVEN MORE PARALLELS.

Oh, god, it's on a conveyor belt now. NIGHTMARE FUEL. And then some sort of ventilation shaft? Oh, god.

And she's able to press the button as it's strangling her and issue a snappy one-liner LIKE THE ACTION HERO SHE IS! And watch its red eye stare balefully at her the entire time.

Oh, and THEN the police show up and she's put on a stretcher and bundled away. Could be worse, Kyle's on a stretcher zipped up into a body bag.

CUT TO: Sarah driving a truck in the desert. A pregnant Sarah is narrating into a microphone a message/memoir for her unborn son. There's a German shepherd in the backseat. Sarah's wearing the same headband we've seen before in Kyle's photo of her. She's got a pistol in her lap that she handles coolly and calmly.

She's in Mexico, at a gas station full of chickens. She tells John she's worried about paradox, but he has to send Kyle. So John DOES know, and gave Kyle the photograph so he'd be primed to fall in love with Sarah, thus guaranteeing his existence. The German shepherd is a Very Good Dog.

Sarah's very blunt about the fact that she and Kyle only had a few hours together, but says "we loved a lifetime's worth" and I'm not sure that checks out, but okay. Maybe on Kyle's end? I feel like Sarah barely had time for any of this, and maybe some of it is retroactive, but... anyway, maybe it's a story she tells herself so she can live with it, especially since she may not be interested, open to, or willing to risk any more relationships in the future, given that she's a perpetual target.

While she's talking about Kyle, her face twists up and a kid snaps a photo with his Kodak camera, and claims if she doesn't pay for it, his father will beat him. She knows it's a scam but takes it anyway, talking him down to four dollars instead of five.

The kid takes the money and runs away, crying about a storm coming. Sarah sighs. "I know," she says, and puts on dark sunglasses as tumbleweeds roll and she drives away, waiting for the apocalypse, towards some mountains that look awfully early-CGIish.

Credits roll. Acknowledgment to the works of Harlan Ellison - that's cool.

Wow, okay. Well that was a ride.

Reading the Wiki: I like how James Cameron decided to cast Michael Biehn as Kyle Reese because he was famous at the time, even though he's nowhere near a household name compared to the film's other stars. O.J. Simpson was floated as a possible Terminator, irony. Harlan Ellison credit was added after he threatened to sue for infringment--oh.

Also, (male) critics talk about how the Terminator represents masculinity, and the ideal man is both machine and human? I guess I don't really see the Terminator as ideal masculinity, but that's a rant for another day...

Also: wtf happened to the iguana??

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31 days...31 chapters...This October, coming to Ao3, it’s

the BtVS!AU for the SuMo squad that no one asked for, including...

Lonashipping, Snowlilyshipping, and more romantic entanglements!

Found Family, All Myths Are True, and other tropes!

A song for every chapter!

The impending apocalypse!

And more!

Want a preview? Here’s the first chapter under the cut!

“Is this the Slayer?”

Moon blinks, head still foggy from sleep. She checks the caller ID and sure enough, someone’s calling her from Sun’s phone at four in the morning. Stifling a yawn, she sits up in bed and rubs her eyes, fighting the urge to simply hang up and go back to sleep. “Who’s asking?”

She hasn’t been called that title in a very long time, and it’s been a while since she’s received a vague threat over the phone. The mysterious voice on the other end of the line disregards her question, though, and instead says, “If you ever want to see your brother again, come to the shopping center on Melemele.”

She frowns, realizing that there’s an evil force holding her younger brother hostage, one who will probably wage a fight in which the balance of good and evil will be at stake.

“Keep him.”

And she hangs up, falling back on her bed with a loud groan. For a moment, she seriously considers going back to sleep, because she technically isn’t a Slayer anymore and she does have work in a few hours.

But she knows her mom would kill her if anything happened to Sun, and that would make Thanksgiving awkward, so she stands and walks to her dresser, muttering four-letter words under her breath. She opens the bottom drawer and takes out the metal box that she swears she’ll throw out tomorrow.

Opening it, Moon sighs as she looks at the vials of holy water and silver trinkets, eventually settling on taking out one of the wooden stakes.

"Damn it, Sun.”

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Somehow, this isn’t the worst situation Sun has found himself in.

Sure, he’s tied to a folding chair in Melemele’s only mall, watching his captor, a vampire, pace across the stage used for events. And yes, the phone call with his sister was alarmingly short and definitely didn’t seem to involve any promises of actually coming.

But it’s not as bad as the gym incident in high school.

The vampire stops his pacing, instead deciding to lean against the wall with crossed arms and stare blankly ahead with sharp green eyes. At least, Sun assumes he has two eyes; the choppy haircut covers nearly half his face. Besides the initial kidnapping and ensuing interrogation in which Sun was all too happy to drop the fact that his older sister is a Slayer, the vampire hasn’t spoken to him. He seems content to wait in silence, though as the minutes tick by he grows increasingly frustrated.

Sun looks around the room, also frustrated, but with just how boring this is all turning out to be – for a life-threatening situation, there’s a lot more waiting involved than he’s used to.

“So,” he drawls, catching the vampire’s attention. “Come here often?”

His captor arches an eyebrow. “Are you seriously trying to make small talk?”

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugs, looking around the room and confirming that there really is nothing for him to try and amuse himself with in this empty mall. “We’re gonna be here a while, what with travel time, and we haven’t really gotten a chance to chat.”

The vampire scowls, taking a few steps forward as he snaps, “Is your entire family this nonchalant?”

“On my mom’s side.” Sun smirks, adding, “Besides, this isn’t exactly my first hostage situation. Granted, taking me to the mall is an interesting move -”

“It isn’t?”

There’s genuine surprise, mixed with horrified fascination, in the vampire’s voice. Sun grins. “Well, it’s always a little embarrassing to share my number, but we’re up to thirteen now.” The blond scoffs at him, and Sun notices the curtains of the wings are moving a little. He sits back, continuing, “You never forget your first, though. Oh man, I was fourteen and so naïve - ‘course I’ve learned a thing or two since then.”

Looking absolutely unconvinced, the vampire drawls, “Such as?”

The curtains stop moving. Sun smirks, leaning forward with an impish spark in his eyes. The vampire seems to notice his shift in energy and stiffens, only able to pick up on the sound and scent a second too late.

“Such as ‘keep the bad guys distracted so your sister can ambush them.’”

And when the vampire turns, he’s greeted with a roundhouse kick to the face before being pinned to the stage by a woman half his size. Her silver eyes and black hair match her brother’s, but while he seemed thoroughly entertained by this situation, she looks nearly livid. Her freckles dance as she sneers.

“You rang?”

He struggles under her grip, realizing that the Slayer strength he’s heard about is no joke. With a quick jerk of his legs he manages to throw her off balance and turn the tables, though his pride is still bruised that she managed to get the jump on him (and in her pajamas, no less). “I’m not going to fight you,” he growls, managing to keep his hold on her.

Moon stops struggling for a moment, and he’s about to continue when she narrows her eyes. “That makes my job easier.”

One swift move of her leg later and he’s rolling off her, clutching at his groin as he bites back moans of pain.

Sun winces at the sight. “Is kicking vampires in the balls a new technique, or...?” His sister’s glare silences him, and he’s not looking forward to the lecture she’ll deliver once she unties him.

The vampire manages to open his eyes when he feels the point of a stake on his chest, right above where his no longer beating heart lies. She digs her knee into his solar plexus, keeping him pinned as she leans in. “Give me one good reason to not kill you.”

He holds her stare, his face growing calm. “I didn’t kill your brother.”

She barks a humorless laugh. “No, you just held him hostage, how thoughtful.”

“I knew you wouldn’t talk to me otherwise.”

They stare at each other, neither of them willing to flinch as Moon considers his answer. Deciding that he’s right, and that she’s not feeling particularly stab-y right now, she mutters, “Start talking.”

“Alola needs a Slayer.”

And just like that she’s feeling stab-y, raising the stake to strike as she growls, “That’s it -”

“Wait!”

Moon freezes, and the two turn their heads to look at Sun. He bites his lip, knowing he has to step delicately around the topic with his sister. “I mean, he has a point,” he explains slowly, looking between the two, “You seem to be the only one around here, and things have been getting weird.”

She hates that he’s right – back in Kanto, she’d known at least three other Slayers who could take care of threats while she was still training. Here in Alola, however, she has yet to encounter any, and though she’s sworn off her years as a Slayer, it seems that the dark magic threatening the region has only multiplied.

Sensing her hesitance, the vampire beneath her speaks up. “I have ample reason to suspect that Alola, and the world, is about to face its biggest threat from Lusamine Aether, and I can help.”

With a frown, Moon stands, keeping her stake pointed at him as he follows suit, arms raised in a show of surrender, though his gaze is merciless.

Sun raises a brow, lost in thought. “The environment lady? Isn’t her deal all about saving the whales?”

“She isn’t as she appears,” the vampire snaps, unable to roll his eyes because he needs to keep his focus on the stake-happy Slayer in front of him.

Moon’s eyes narrow in suspicion, her mind trying to connect dots that she only knows the vague outlines of. “And how do you know all this?”

“My name is Gladion – Gladion Aether.”

The similarities hit the siblings like a sixteen-wheeler; the genetics are so shockingly similar that they almost feel stupid for not realizing sooner, especially when Lusamine’s image is plastered everywhere after her organization became the savior of Alola’s natural resources.

Gladion continues, slow and methodical and all too aware of the weight of his words, “My own mother turned me, and she will stop at nothing to end the world.”

This is the moment when Moon realizes where she fits into this equation.

After a ten-year hiatus, she’s not only going to have to reclaim her title as Slayer in full, but the only things standing between the world and the apocalypse are her, her reckless brother, and a vampire she just kicked in the balls.

She rubs her temples with a sigh, feeling a headache coming on.

“I need so much coffee right now.”

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As vampires have no souls, they become pure id. Their emotions know no limits, and they have no conscience to temper their actions. Therefore, trusting a vampire, no matter how rational they may seem, is unadvisable and should be done in only the most extreme cases by experienced Slayers.

Doctor Gramtapen’s Grimoire, 6th Edition

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Two cups of coffee and a long explanation in her apartment’s living room later, and Moon can definitively say that the universe is doomed.

Sun, ever the optimist, sips from a mug and goes over his notes with a self-satisfied smirk. “So all we have to do is find your sister, she’ll tell us the details she found about your mom’s plans, and then we bust in there and stop her once and for all.” He looks up at the other two seated at Moon’s dining table, far too bright-eyed for six in the morning and post-kidnapping. “How hard can it be?”

His sister opens her mouth to answer with an adamant ‘very’, but Gladion beats her to it. “I have a lead on Lillie’s location, so the sooner we can track her, the better our odds are.”

Another line is added to Sun’s notes, scrawled hastily on some loose paper that Moon had lying around, with a pencil he found in a kitchen drawer. “Right, and we’ll probably need all the backup we can get, considering we’ve never dealt with a combination witch-vampire – oh, we should totally tell Hau and -”

“And I’m gonna stop you right there.” Moon sets down her mug, sliding it across the table as her gaze slides to the vampire that she’s allowed to enter her apartment against her better judgement. “Listen Blondie -”

“Gladion,” he corrects, the corner of his lips threatening to lift into a smirk.

If looks could kill and he weren’t undead, her glare would be sending him exactly six feet under. “Did I stutter?” She rolls her eyes, standing with her hands on the table as she mutters, “I’ve been out of the game for a decade, so I’m not stoked to kick off a come-back tour with taking down a Big Bad and preventing the apocalypse. Besides, I still don’t trust you.”

Gladion’s chair scrapes against the floor as he stands, and it’s frankly unfair that he has nearly a foot on her, glaring down at her like she’s a misbehaving child. “You don’t have a choice.”

Sun forces a laugh, standing slowly and sensing the rising temperature of the room. “Let’s slow down for a second.”

He places a hand on Moon’s arm, and she huffs but follows his lead to a few feet away (and she doesn’t bother pointing out that the vampire can definitely still hear them). Sun picks his words carefully, leaning in and whispering, “I’m not saying hold his hand and sing ‘Kumbaya,’ but there’s no way he’s lying about all of this.”

She raises a brow. “He’s a vampire – all they do is drink blood and lie.”

“He didn’t drink mine.” Moon nearly argues, but she stops short; it’s admittedly rather shocking that a vampire would have enough wits about them to not immediately drain a human, much less negotiate with a Slayer. Sun chances a glance back at Gladion, who’s decided to study the magnets on Moon’s fridge with a frown. “Besides, if even half of what he says is true, we need his help to stop it.”

But she certainly doesn’t have to be happy about it. She scrutinizes her brother for a moment longer, but he holds her gaze, just as stubborn as she is. He’s right, and they both know it, and she figures this is probably the universe’s retribution for her shirking Slayer duty.

With a groan, she turns and takes a few steps towards Gladion, who leans against the fridge and watches her. “I’m going to be late to work so I’m only going to say this once: if you want me to help you, then you have to earn my trust.”

“And how do you propose I do that?”

She points to the couch with a smirk. “Congratulations, you live here now.” His eyes ignite and he opens his mouth, but she cuts him off with her own annoyance, “It’s the best way I can keep an eye on you and see if you’re really on the straight and narrow. If not, I have a stake with your name on it.”

Turning on her heel, she misses the absolute indignation that seeps into Gladion’s face. Just when her hand is on the doorknob to her bedroom, he scoffs. “I’m not going to be babysat!”

She rolls her eyes as she opens the door, turning to face him with a scowl. “You don’t have a choice, Gladbag.”

“Gladion.”

“Did I fucking stutter.”

And she slams the door behind her, effectively ending the conversation and leaving Gladion to glower by the fridge, hands clenched into fists and mind devising seventeen different ways to end the Slayer.

Sun coughs, offering a nervous smile that withers under the vampire’s glare.

“I think she likes you.”

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Her vision is going dark around the edges, a mess of fuzzy circles dancing in the shadows as she coughs. It feels like her lung might come up. She peels herself off the concrete, and a gravelly voice laughs at her shaking body.

“Like I said, lil Slayer.” She struggles to keep herself up on her elbows, sneakers coming into view as a figure crouches, bloodshot eyes and a crazed smile too close to her.

“You came to the wrong neighborhood.”

Moon.

“Moon?”

She flinches back in the chair she’s settled into in the pharmacy’s back room. A dull thud sounds as her head hits the wall, and she remembers to pretend it hurts, rubbing it as she glances up at her coworker.

Ipo looks down at her with an understanding smile; however, there must be something troubling in Moon’s face, because the other pharmacist’s brows furrow and she asks, “Bad dream?”

“Something like that...” It’s been a few years since she’s had a prophetic vision, but the feeling of dread lingering in her stomach confirms it. She does her best to shake it off, to not think about how at some point in the future, she’s going to end up bloody and bruised in a place she doesn’t recognize with someone taunting her.

Moon clears her throat, giving Ipo a sheepish smile as she stands. “Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Ipo tilts her head, still concerned as they walk out of the back room and back towards the counter, their break officially over. “Why’s that?”

My brother got kidnapped by a vampire who revealed that his mom is planning to bring about the apocalypse.

“I got a roommate.” Moon takes her place at the counter, stretching out her back and hearing a satisfying pop.

“Oh wow,” Ipo mumbles conversationally, leaning her elbows against the counter as she looks out at the empty pharmacy. “What’re they like?”

Bloodthirsty and dangerous.

Mysterious and morally ambiguous.

Just a straight up asshole.

But then this is all based on a strange first impression, and Sun’s insistence that there’s something different about the vampire scratches at the back of her mind. With a sigh, Moon settles on the one objective fact that she can tell Ipo without revealing the existence of magic or sounding judgmental.

“Blond.”

Close enough.

#lonashipping #snowlilyshipping #pokemon sumo #btvs!au #pokemon fanfic #text #garlic cloves fic #im excited and nervous and oh man #still technically writing this ahhh #it's a tight schedule to finish but i should make it #a chapter a day - why did i do this to myself

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awayohumanchild · 6 years

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Any headcanons about queen/republic/galaxy sabe that never made it in? I love her id read a book just about facts of her. Or if you don’t wanna spoil, handmaidens? Love those ladies

Aww, thanks so much!!! I seriously have so, so SO much fun writing Queen/Republic/Galaxy Sabé and handmaidens and am always kind of deliriously happy/disbelieving that other people seem to like them too, haha!

As for headcanons? Um, so, I totally know how my Sabéseries ends and have a variety of post-series headcanons. Only I can’t share any of them now for obvious reasons. And I have surprisingly few headcanons about past/current Sabé and the handmaidens. Most of what I know is already in the story or I attempted to imply in the story. But now I think of it, I suppose I do have a few?

So, uh, here are some random Queen/Republic/GalaxySabéand handmaiden headcanons, some of which I have already attempted to hint at, some of which have never come up. You can take them or leave them, obviously, especially if they contradict what you think!! But if you’re interested in some of MY thoughts about them….

So, in no particular order:

Sabé always wears a dress. Like, if she is picking out herown clothes, she is picking a dress. Attending a fancy gala? Dress. Making a presentationin class? Dress. Helping someone give birth? Dress. Grocery shopping? Dress. Cleaningthe house? Dress. Chasing a bad guy through the city? Dress. Weaponspractice/the gym? Dress. Why? No idea. Some unholy combination of Wicaté’sinfluence and her mother’s dance costumes, probably.

Also, her hair is always up. Bun, braid, bun-braid combo,weird star wars hair-do whatever. If she is not sleeping or lazing around, herhair is up. Again, not sure why, it justis. Well, at least, it was, until her hair abruptly got shorter.

Versé and Cordé met during the occupation. There is a wholehalf started fic somewhere on my laptop about them meeting and becoming friends.When the occupation is ended, they meet a handmaiden (probably Rabé but maybenot) and are in AWE. Cordé decides then and there she is becoming a handmaiden.Versé had decided days ago that she was spending the rest of her life inCordé’s orbit, and so, that was that.

Sabé and Eirtaé are best friends. I don’t think Sabé orEirtaé would ever flat out say that or even necessarily think that in thoseterms, but they are closest to each other even if they don’t always see eachother that often. Sabé, though, is Padmé’s best friend.

In the non-AU world of my world, when Sabé died, Padmé distancedherself from all of the handmaidens. The day she left office was the last dayshe purposefully saw any of them. Whenever they did run into each other, it waspolite and excruciating for all involved.

Sabé is a crazy good liar. Even though she is inwardlypanicking and thinking that her grin looks horrifyingly fake and her babbleterrifyingly unconvincing, her grin looks 100% real and her babble comes acrossas very genuine. She sells it through body language, tone of voice and willpower alone.

During Republic, Dormé was just as jealous of Sabé as Sabéwas of her.

Dormé also did not make the cut for the original 13handmaidens in Queen, something her grandmother still attempts to shame her forto this very (in-story) day.

Dormé and Typho are very slowly and very reluctantly fallingin love.

Saché and Rabé were actually really good business partnerswhen they owned the flower shop together. They both knew when it was time forSaché to leave but, even though Rabé knows she does a great job on her own, shefirmly believes the shop was better with Saché’s influence. Saché thinks Rabéis out of her mind.

Sabé is the smallest of the handmaidens. I know KeiraKnightley is tall, but Queen/Republic/Galaxy Sabé did not grow so much an inchafter Queen. She’s still a fairly tiny little thing.

Yané teaches actual classes at the university in Theed. IfNaboo had the equivalent of rate my professor, half of the reviews would besaying she was the best professor in the galaxy while half would be saying shewas the worst. Regardless of what side of the fence they fall on, they allagree there are more explosions in her classroom than any other, that she isthrilled to answer any and all questions, even to the point of abandoning hersyllabus in order to pursue a random tangent that somehow came up duringlecture and that she is not boring. Ralston’s (Her research partner’s) classes are largely considered to beabout as interesting as watching paint dry.

Eirtaé hated being an only child with a passion. She has acool relationship with her parents, who she is half convinced married more forpolitical and economical convenience than any sort of actual affection for oneanother. She is determined that Reneé will grow up very, very differently thanshe did.

Sabé think she swears like a sailor but, even though sheknows a wide variety of very expressive swears, she doesn’t actually break themout as often as she thinks she does.

I’m fairly certain Sabé has never had a boyfriend. Like, Icould be wrong. But I feel like she hasn’t. I think she was very busy witheverything else in her life and there was a very tiny box in her head labelled‘Obi-Wan’ and she just—never got around to having one. This is the headcanon I’m least certain of,though.

In the entirety of Naboo history, there has only been onehandmaiden who ever betrayed her monarch, even after the Queen and handmaidens in question retired.Her betrayal? Agreeing to be interviewed for a tell-all book about the Queenshe served. In the decade that followed, somehow, her entire life fellapart—lost her job, falsely accused of corporate espionage which ruined herreputation, house burned down in mysterious fire etc etc. She spent the rest ofher life yelling at whoever would listen that her fellow former handmaidenssabotaged her, which, of course, was total nonsense—they were upstandingcitizens and there was no proof whatsoever to back up her absurd claims. (–theremay or may not be a bunch of bizarre excerpts from a handmaiden history bookscattered across various word docs on my laptop).

And that’s basically all I got for you. LIke I said, take it or leave it! :) Or take the ones you like and leave the ones you don’t. Most of these probably will never be outright confirmed in Galaxy, so…? Believe what you like? :) Anyway, thanks for asking! It was surprisingly fun writing this all out! :)

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smollandtoll · 6 years

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HC: 5Hole

TW: this headcanon mentions other people in the NHL including certain Blackhawks and Capitals you might not want to read about. You can skip this one and won’t hurt our feelings OR just read until you get to the section divider that indicates the rest of our HC that doesn’t particularly involve just Sid/Geno.

Have you ever listened to Ariana Grande in the shower and immediately come out with an entire head canon about a Gay Hockey Bar called 5Hole? No? Just me?

So imagine Mario owns this establishment of course and Sid works there as a bartender. He’s perpetually single, mostly because he is super awkward, but also a little because his lower half is always behind the bar. There’s also the fact that he’s hopelessly in love with a regular named Geno and no one wants to get in the middle of whatever epic romance they’re figuring out together.

Geno’s story goes something like: he tried to work at 5hole, but was literally always late, and drank too much while on shift, and was generally the worst bartender because he'd get distracted flirting with patrons instead of y'know working. So he turned into a regular, and is ALWAYS dating someone new/constantly with a boyfriend. Cue Sid being like terribly in love with him from afar for 8 years.

We love a pining Sid - meanwhile Geno’s like, “Sid's good friend! Very cute boy. Weird little bit, but fun to chirp. Flirt with Sid all the time. He never show any interest.” See why no one wants to get in the middle of that? Besides you never know if Sid’s going to do something to one of Geno’s date’s drinks. Like he hasn’t so far, because he’s Sid, but sometimes he looks long and hard at the way they giggle up at Geno from under his arm and takes a really long time to set their drink down on the bar. Anyway Geno's busy having a great time and being young and a mess and missing his family so fiercely he doesn't even think his heart is capable of love any more it's so broken, y’know casual. So he's not looking, not even thinking to look back at Sid because sometimes someone just doesn’t register as a prospect.

Meanwhile Geno is like so scary to Sid, like he's so bright and bold and fearless and like he's got so much drama, with all the people in his life and like the on again off again friendship with Ovi and all the other shit, the Russian politics, the constant internal struggle against self-hatred. He’s always in and out of the bar, always laughing brightly at someone pretty or giving his friends shit and then turning his smile on Sid, and Sid just can’t help but be so drawn to him. Geno is so much, and Sid is so little, he doesn’t think he could compare at all, he doesn’t have deep thoughts or an interesting background, he’s not sexy or silly or fun or any of the other things Geno seems to look for in a date.

He definitely wouldn't know what to do even if some miracle happened and he managed to capture Geno’s affection and attention. To always have the weight of Geno's gaze and possessiveness on him? Like it'd be so nice, but also when he flirts even just a little, Sid always FREEZES. It's been years and he still doesn't know how to handle it. So he’s writing himself off.

But other than the Geno drama, Sid actually really likes being a bartender. It suits him because he can’t flirt (that well) but he can quickly and efficiently prepare drinks when it’s busy af and it’s easy for him to stay low-key and focused. He’s actually the best, he's quick, his eyes never miss anything (he's definitely caught a few doctored drinks), he remembers an infinite amount of orders, he's clean, he's no nonsense, and he's pretty enough to make really decent tips when he smiles even if he can’t flirt worth a damn.

Mario is definitely grooming him to take the bar over - sending him to business school, letting him stay with him indefinitely (this is definitely one of those stories where Sid was like wayward, but not in a terrible way, just a little at loose ends and in need of a decent paying job and Mario swoops in with all the experience and convenient answers). (At this point we got deeply excited by possibilities of other people in this universe and our adorable Sid/Geno plot went off the rails. We just have so many faves, guys!)

Other things about the bar/patrons (stop reading here if you don’t want other people):

Mario is one of those old gays that realized late in life that they COULD be gay, like long after they had a wife and four kids and a career and things. Mario's “one that got away” was probably Gretzky (like, okay, in retrospect, I was in love with him and very in denial about it) and Jagr was probably a young coworker that got along well with him and occasionally experienced a tension-laden moment at a conference or two after a few drinks and was DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH HIM despite Mario explicitly saying "BACK OFF I'M VERY HETERO AND HAVE A WIFE AND BABIES I LOVE." But you know how it is when someone is in so much denial about who they actually are, and Jagr knew, he KNEW. But he also wasn’t self sacrificing enough to stick around waiting only to get burnt over and over while Mario always prioritised his wife.

Basically in this universe, NHL = gay(/bi/pan/poly/aro/ace/various other QUILTBAG abbreviations/occasionally straight because they can’t ALL be gay but like just most of them!). There are a lot of regulars at this bar, and they float in little interest groups and cliques depending on who is dating who and who has what in common - you know like real life. Here are some of the groups and what we think about them.

Jonathan Toews is the other bartender who works in tandem with Sid, because we just imagine this being a super Canadian bar. Jonny is hot and serious and deadpan and if Sid’s the shy (but incredibly competent) one with a great smile then Jonny is the intimidatingly tall and hot one. Regular bar patrons occasionally give guys the DL on the Sid <3 Geno situation - if someone is interested in wooing Geno feel free to hit on him, make out with him, but they usually get warned to grab their drinks from Tazer.

Patrick Kane is one of those self hating gay dudes who comes to the bar to pick up and fuck in the bathroom and then goes back to saying f slurs with his finance bros. He’s probably very angsty and Tazer probably serves him a lot of water and stern looks.

Jamie Benn is one of those gay boys that has no style and doesn't know how to be gay at all. Sid feels for him deeply when he first starts coming in with just the solidarity of his straight brother who kind of abandons him to hustle at pool and watch hockey (hockey is always playing at 5Hole). Tyler Seguin probably swoops in early, takes him for haircuts and makeovers and long late-night heart-to-hearts they pretend are just bro-chats but no one is surprised when it turns out they’re secretly in love with each other.

Flower and Tanger are in some kind of open or poly relationship. As far as Sid can tell, Flower is married to a woman, but a couple times a month he and Tanger come to 5Hole and Tanger goes off to pick up a third guy for Flower’s inspection while Flower shoots the shit with Sid at the bar.

Phil Kessel genuinely comes in for the beer and the hockey and to not hear gay slurs while enjoying them. At first Sid thought maybe he was in the wrong bar and tried to warn him they weren’t a normal hockey bar, but Phil didn’t even look up from the beer menu and scathingly told Sid that he didn’t have his rainbow ID card with him that day, his apologies. After a while they all got used to him being gruff at the bar, focused on the TV more than the company, but still getting hit on relentlessly by like Hags. Phil usually tells him "SURE KID WHATEVER. YOU'RE TOO PRETTY FOR THE LIKES OF ME, MOVE ON." But Hags likes him, and thinks he’s cute and is slowly eroding Phil’s disbelief. Phil deserves love too.

Whenever Hags feels like he’s starting to cross the border into being harassing however it’s okay, he pays for Phil’s drink and then retreats to the corner that is occupied by mostly blonde swedes. Taken into Horny’s open (usually bare and glistening) arms, hair ruffled by Erik Karlsson.

The rest of the Swedes are a small contingent and insanely hot. They usually all break into their individual cliques and return every so often to Nicklas Backstrom’s table where he watches over them all with a stony expression of love, and makes sure the babies don’t get drugged (looking at you Willy Nylander).

There is a similar table of Loud Hot Russians, that is mostly lead by Ovi, and, depending on where their on and off friendship is at, Geno. But obviously Ovi is always like "SID! NICKY HERE?" literally any time he comes in. Ovi is just SMITTEN from the beginning, loving that beautiful impassive man, seeing the WARMTH WITHIN NICKY knowing he NEEDS OVI'S JOVIAL NATURE IN HIS LIFE. Whenever he can say something that gets Nicky to smile it’s 100% worth all his scathing looks and comments and he drunkenly pledges that he’s going to spend the rest of his life trying to make Nicky smile as much as possible. Nicky thinks he’s certifiably insane, but eventually caves and starts hesitantly dating him, and they are definitely instantly the new old married couple at the bar. And then all the Russians and Swedes get strangely intermixed a lot. Geno and Horny being brothers etc.

The Bi Guy club is mostly just Tyler Seguin, Paul Bissonnette talking shit and giggling in a corner and occasionally leaving 5Hole to pick up down the street at the straight club.

IF ANYONE was gonna be part of the drag act that comes in on the first Friday of the month it'd be PK and his Predators. Roman Josi in drag would be so beautiful. Baby gays Kevin and Juuse, longtime queens Pekka and Shea (#denial). Those Preds are so pretty.

Johnny Hockey would be that twinky kid who is like actually maybe too afraid to have sex yet but acting all mature and like he can handle it but he's sEEN SOME FUCKED UP PORN, HE KNOWS ASSHOLES CAN JUST RIP AND HE'S SMALL he's just ANXIOUS. It doesn’t help that he’s deeply hung up on Sean Monahan who runs in the Fuck Boy circle with Tyler Seguin, Tom Wilson, Michael Latta, and Brady Skjei. He is afeared. It’s okay though, Jeff Skinner, and Beau Bennet comfort him and take in Mitch Marner when he wanders in on his 18th birthday.

There’s definitely a kind of low self-esteem but thicc as hell club? President Tyson Barrie, VP Nate Mac, Treasurer Jamie Benn. THEY ARE ALL SO SHY AND WEIRD BUT SO JACKED AND FUNNY??? Gabe's gotta always be tagging along with them because he thinks he fits right in, not because he's ugly or they're ugly but because he thinks they are all smart and funny. And also Tyson is super cute and he is INTO IT. But it like PEEVES Tyson like no other because GABE DOES NOT BELONG.

Tyson: Why does he not spend all his time with the hot swedes, he gets to be hot AND FUNNY. RUDE. Gabe doesn't know how to stay in HIS LANE. THERE IS SUCH THING AS TOO PERFECT GABRIEL. LOOK GABE, GO BACK TO YOUR HOMELAND, LOOK, THAT ONE WHO LOOKS LIKE A PIRATE PROBABLY IS MISSING YOU.

Gabe just exchanges looks with Nate and buys Tyson a very sugary drink (basically anything that ends in -tini) and smiles at him a lot to see him turn increasingly fluorescent shades of red.

Tom Wilson and Michael Latta despite their best intentions as part of the Fuck Boy clique are those guys who have been in a high school sweethearts level committed relationship for EVER AND EVER and everyone is like "maybe you should play the field" and they're like ....I don't think I need to. Because they have everything they need in their meathead bro! Solid sports understanding? Companionship? Twice the wardrobe? A+ blowies??? Done, done and done.

There is also the older distinguished extremely handsome gentleman's society aka Henrik Lundquist and Patrick Sharp. They’re biding their time, eyeing up future Gabe and Holtby. Ovi occasionally tries to set up shop with them and they're like "Good try, you might be silver but you're still like 28."

Thennn idk probably plot would happen like Geno would start dating someone and drama would occur and someone would have to force Sid to talk about his feelings and Geno would realise that he could have had Sid all along BECAUSE WE NEED LOVE.

5HOLE!

#headcanons from the icy void #sid/geno #sidgeno #Hockey RPF

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edsbrak · 6 years

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some Stozier hcs

bout to do some writing but wanted to warm up so here, my first round of Stozier hcs feat. dumb boys being dumb >:D (feel free to always send me stuff omg pls, im lonely) and I have to thank @stonedzier for legit getting me into this pairing I am in love

★ so, okay, it’s senior year for the losers club right

★ and it’s nearing prom time, and almost everyone is the group seems to be going with someone (bill and eddie; bev and ben; mike and a lovely boy named steven)

★ and basically everyone in the group KNOWS rich and stan wanna go with each other, it’s so fuckin obvious like?? smh

★ but these boys are stubborn, alright? richie hates talking about feelings, even more so with romantic ones (he’s scared of rejection okay?)

★ and it’s unexpected, but stan also closes up when it comes to admitting who he likes (he had a rough time coming out to his family as it was) and also is 98% sure richie could never like him back and that boy is such a damn flirt??

★ so cue stan fuming off to the side whenever they’re all together and richie starts going off about some hot babe he wants to plow (spoiler: there is no hot babe, not unless u count stan)

★ the rest of the losers are sick of being stuck between this weird sexually fuelled tension and just wish they’d both get their heads outta their asses but also dont want to pressure them into admitting it (its a tough life for them)

★ “so what, you wanna lose your virginity at prom? how cliche” snaps stan when richie wont shut up about the hotness of his supposed ‘date’

★ “please staniel, i lost that ages ago” says richie (no he didnt)

★ “whatever, trashmouth. id be forever surprised if she even agrees to it, considering your dick has been ‘all around the school’”

★ “fuck dude youre just jealous” richie grunts and looks away

★ and stan just?? breaks?? cause “yeah, you moron, youre right. I am jealous, congratulations. so fuck you and your date, i hope you two have a magical night” and he just storms away, hot tears prickling his eyes and mouth turning down with each step

★ and richies just watching him go, eyes impossibly wide behind his glasses, and the rest of the losers are just like “well shit”

★ richie cant bring himself to move, watching hopelessly as stan finally disappears, and theres an eerily silence that follows

★ eventually he turns to see all of his friends looking at him expectantly like “well, what are you gonna do?” and richie has no goddamn idea, still too shocked to believe that actually happened

★ days later, its finally prom

★ stan decided hes not going, and he hasnt spoken to richie since his confession at the barrens

★ it hurts too much to think about, but he cant help it when images of richie dancing with some bimbo babe flash in his mind, and stan turns over in bed and groans irritably at himself, trying desperately to ignore the weight of dread lodged in his stomach

★ and then theres a pebble thrown at his window

★ he almost ignores it, figuring its one of the losers trying to get him to come outside. but the pebbles dont stop and stan doesnt want the window to be damaged so he gets up to yell at whoever is there

★ of fucking course its richie

★ “what are you doing here trashmouth? want me to embarrass myself even more in front of you? i dont have time for this--”

★ “stan, please,” richie says, and gives him a small smile “can you come outside? it wont take long”

★ stan stares long and hard, before closing the window and pacing around his room. he closes his eyes and figures, nothing else he could do could make things worse, so he makes his way down the stairs and cautiously opens the front door

★ his friends are all there, and stan looks aroud in suprise

★ eddie and bev release several party poppers, covering stan and his front porch (stan wants to clean it up immediately)

★ ben is holding up a boombox and playing some cheesy shit stan doesnt recognise

★ and then richie appears from around the corner and looks incredibly nervous, and stan didnt even notice before that hes wearing a very stylish blue suit - almost like the one he wore to stans bar mitzvah

★ “richie...?” stan almost whispers

★ “h-hey...” richie clears his throat and pulls anxiously at his bow tie. he looks unbelievably gorgeous. “um... this is... me trying to win you over”

★ and then stan sees bill and mike hoist up a banner that has the words ‘wanna fuck shit up with me?’ written in red

★ “...what?” stan asks, confused

★ “richie see i knew that was dumb” says eddie as he gestures to the banner

★ “ugh, just,” richie sighs, shaking his head before laughing “basically, stanley uris... will you go to prom with me?”

★ and stan feels his insides turn hot and nerves creep along his skin. was this actually happening? surely not

★ he must have freaked out for ages because richies face has gone pale as he bites his lip in wait

★ “oh my god...” stan finally breathes “i am the hot babe”

★ and theres a pause, everyone blinking at each other, until richie starts to laugh hysterically and then everyone is definitely going “????”

★ “god, yes,” richie exhales, looking so fucking happy “youve always been my babe, babe”

★ and stan flushes so hard at how casual richie is acting, but doesnt want it to stop, ever?? and then richie is stepping closer and they both reach for each other and hold on so tightly and stans heart is beating so fast oh my god

★ richie kisses lightly along stans neck and whispers “its always been you”

★ and stan wants to cry, holy shit

★ richie turns back to their friends as says “thanks for your help guys, i got it from here”

★ and the losers all grin and roll their eyes and say theyll see them tonight at prom

★ and then richie turns back to look at stan, and stan cant look away as his fingers grip even tighter on richies shoulders

★ “you never answered me,” richie says cheekily

★ “huh?” stan is still recovering

★ “you wanna fuck shit up with me, forever?” richie asks

★ and stan needs a moment to catch up, and then hes giggling and rubbing at his eyes, and he feels richie step even closer

★ “yes, i wanna fuck shit up with you” stan says, and richie beams “as long as we do it safely. i mean, id be happy to write out a list of things we could do that dont have too many risks, like, im not gonna steal for you or involve any authority figures because--”

★ and richie cuts him off swiftly with a kiss, and stan completely forgets what he was saying

★ “oh,” richie grins “this is gonna be fun”

★ they end up hacking the music at prom to play dirty as fuck songs and richie somehow releases a hoard of pigs onto the dance floor and its total chaos

★ and stan has never been more in love

#stozier #richie tozier #stanley uris #holy shit that got long #agjsfds #headcanons #99

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ghostydoof-blog · 6 years

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OOCly viewed chatlog you know the drill.

-- technicalGyrations [TG] began pestering eggBoy [EB] at 08:16 --

[08:16] TG: egg BOY

[08:17] EB: egg boy.

[08:18] TG: egg boi

[08:18] EB: that's me.

[08:18] TG: like soulja boy

[08:18] EB: one hundred percent farmland fresh egg boy.

[08:18] TG: but with eggs

[08:19] EB: hot off the truck and into market, soon to be on your breakfast plate at denny's when it's 2am and you're feeling down.

[08:20] EB: we should go to denny's sometime at 2am when we're feeling down.

[08:20] TG: we could go to dennys right now if youre feeling down

[08:21] EB: it's not 2am yet and i've been up since six making myself homemade mac and cheese.

[08:22] TG: okay instead of dennys come to my work and eat mac n cheesy with me and tell me whats going on

[08:24] EB: i can't, legs are broken.

[08:25] EB: my face hurts.

[08:25] TG: JOHN

[08:25] TG: JOHN!!!

[08:25] EB: suddenly my fingers are broken too, my skin is paper and my bones glass.

[08:25] TG: JOHN EGBERT YOURE KILING ME

[08:26] EB: it happens.

[08:26] EB: you are way too excitable for this time of morning, dave.

[08:27] TG: i have to be im at work and i gotta be excitable so i dont fall asleep

[08:27] TG: so i got music playin and im knitting and drinking some tea

[08:27] EB: i'll accept that.

[08:27] TG: you could be energized too if yall came here

[08:27] EB: i've got a pot of coffee on the table next to my bed and i have been playing threshers 2 all morning.

[08:28] EB: i need to get human games so i can stop playing this.

[08:28] EB: i.

[08:28] EB: ugh.

[08:28] TG: are you havin fun with it at least

[08:29] TG: whats wrong dude

[08:29] EB: i do.

[08:29] EB: i guess?

[08:29] EB: it just upsets me.

[08:29] TG: why?

[08:29] EB: actually a lot of things upset me lately apparently.

[08:29] EB: i'm worried about sollux.

[08:30] EB: apparently i had a family that i don't remember.

[08:30] EB: oh and we're from the same earth i accept that ok?

[08:30] EB: apparently your shades are from me.

[08:30] EB: somehow we forgot these things.

[08:30] TG: i need a second to process this

[08:30] TG: okay im starting the process

[08:30] EB: so i mean i haven't been able to talk about any of it and i'm losing my mind over it!

[08:30] TG: who told you this?

[08:31] EB: rose.

[08:31] TG: how do they know??

[08:31] EB: she's the only one that i've met that will just TELL me about myself.

[08:32] EB: she knew a john that she played that god awful game with.

[08:32] EB: her john knew a dave.

[08:32] TG: and her john gave her dave the same pair of shades i have

[08:32] TG: ?

[08:32] EB: they all played that game together.

[08:32] EB: yeah.

[08:33] TG: i have a feeling that we played that game together too

[08:33] EB: how?

[08:34] EB: everyone that has KNOWS they have.

[08:34] EB: how do you forget DYING?

[08:34] EB: or being a god or something?

[08:34] TG: when i talked to sky about some of this he basically said that what my dream was lines up with some stuff that happens in it and if youre from the same place as ME then we would have HAVE to played it together or someting like that

[08:34] TG: i think were remembering it though

[08:34] TG: since meeting each other

[08:35] EB: :/

[08:35] EB: i can barely sleep anymore, my dreams are so weird they wake me up now. i can't remember them but ugh.

[08:35] EB: they leave me in a cold sweat.

[08:36] TG: ive just been having a lot of migraines lately about all of this stuff

[08:36] EB: ugh.

[08:36] EB: yeah.

[08:36] TG: no dreams i can remember besides the one of someone giving me my shades

[08:36] TG: which is now you

[08:37] EB: when rose was telling me about the shades it hurt, and when she was trying to tell me about my family i?

[08:37] EB: i had a family, dave.

[08:37] EB: a dad.

[08:37] EB: you saw me give you your shades?

[08:37] TG: in a dream, yea, but it wasnt you in my dream just some shadowy ass lookin figure

[08:37] TG: a dad

[08:38] TG: is there any way you could find him?

[08:38] EB: he doesn't exist. the actual address on my id also does not exist.

[08:38] EB: the street does, but there isn't that number house on it.

[08:39] EB: i guess he did something shitty with baked goods and that's why i still don't like them though.

[08:39] EB: so maybe it's not that much of a loss.

[08:40] TG: i had the same thing happen to me address wise like they looked it up and theyre like shit my dude you dont exist

[08:40] TG: and that makes sense i guess

[08:40] TG: some shit like that probably stayed latent in your brain and surfaces without your control

[08:40] EB: yeah.

[08:40] EB: it still sucks!

[08:40] EB: i want him back, dave.

[08:41] EB: i'm grown now but i didn't want to be stuck in foster care for two years! i hated it.

[08:41] TG: i want you to find him so he can explain where the hell hes been all these years

[08:42] EB: he's dead.

[08:42] EB: if i remember correctly, it's been mentioned that he died.

[08:42] TG: WHAT

[08:42] TG: what the fuck

[08:42] EB: or disappeared into the game, if we really did play it.

[08:42] TG: thats even worse

[08:42] TG: but if he disappeared into the game like us wouldnt he be back if were back? this is so fucked up dude

[08:43] TG: do you think if you have a dad

[08:43] TG: that i have a dad

[08:43] TG: ?

[08:44] EB: probably! rose mentioned having a mom too i think.

[08:44] EB: or someone else had a mom. or something?

[08:44] EB: i can't tell if i know this stuff or if someone told me anymore.

[08:45] TG: i mean i guess the only thing we can do is ask rose more

[08:45] TG: if she doesnt mind?

[08:45] EB: she says she doesn't but i wouldn't want to push it.

[08:45] EB: she has a key to my apartment so if you want to meet her you could use my place.

[08:45] TG: we could talk to her together

[08:45] TG: just a meeting betwen all yall

[08:46] EB: i don't know dave she's really nervous about people still.

[08:46] EB: sort of a one on one kind of girl.

[08:46] TG: i could sit in the bathroom while we talk so she doesnt have to see me

[08:47] EB: oh my god dave no.

[08:47] EB: then we'd have to be in my bedroom!

[08:47] EB: what am i going to do, text her up and be like hey rose want to hang out in my BED?

[08:47] TG: dude weve hung out in your BED before

[08:48] EB: yeah but we're also more accustomed to that sort of thing.

[08:48] EB: she's been really alone for a long time, i don't think she's quite ready for THAT.

[08:48] TG: you have seen my shirtless bod before so were past that level of friendship

[08:49] TG: okay new plan: i can hide behind the couch while all yall are on the couch and i can talk from there

[08:50] EB: she might kill you if you do that.

[08:50] EB: but it's your ass not mine.

[08:50] EB: also your body is fine dave.

[08:50] TG: okay new plan: you can facetime me and we can talk from there

[08:50] TG: my body is,

[08:52] EB: how about this?

[08:52] EB: i talk to rose and ask if she'll meet you.

[08:52] TG: that also works

[08:53] EB: no deception and you guys can still use my place.

[08:53] EB: and dave.

[08:53] EB: your body is fine.

[08:53] TG: IT IS,

[08:53] EB: it IS, yes.

[08:53] TG: im yellin

[08:53] TG: youre too nice to me

[08:53] EB: i'm telling the fucking truth you goon.

[08:54] TG: youre STILL too nice to me you goon

[08:54] EB: if i wasn't armpit deep in my clinically diagnosed depression i would come kick your ass.

[08:56] TG: i mean i want to come over to kick your ass out of your armpit deep clinical depression but im at work and also armpit deep in my clinical depression

[08:56] EB: well look at us both stuck in this quicksand of sadness.

[09:03] TG: well pull each other out eventually

[09:03] TG: just gotta wallow for a bit til we feel better

[09:03] EB: i was doing ok until the shit hit the fan.

[09:03] EB: is it bad that it bothered me less when i didn't have friends?

[09:04] TG: i mean same but thats cause you have your own ways to deal with things and when friends get involved you feel like you gotta blab to them about everything and it messes up the coping

[09:04] TG: at least thats my theory

[09:05] EB: no.

[09:05] TG: ?

[09:06] EB: it's because i had nothing to worry about. i worked, a came home to my apartment. i ate and slept and watched movies and had nothing to think about but the next day.

[09:06] EB: now?

[09:06] EB: now i'm worried about my troll friends because they might just die for no reason.

[09:07] TG: and thats making you feel worse combined with your own stuff you got on your mind

[09:07] TG: i gotcha

[09:07] EB: i worry about my human friends because some of them are so sad that i just want to hug them and tell them it will be ok.

[09:07] EB: and yet no one wants me to care.

[09:07] EB: so i'm trying to not care.

[09:07] EB: it's hard.

[09:08] TG: hey if it means anything i want you to care about me

[09:08] TG: and i bet all your friends appreciate you caring even if it seems like they dont

[09:08] EB: congrats you're the only one that does!

[09:09] EB: between troll dave shitting on me for being empathetic and me royally fucking it with sollux i'm ?

[09:09] EB: trolls?

[09:09] EB: what are they?

[09:09] EB: why are they?

[09:09] TG: trolls are strange as hell and they have different views on emotions than humans do

[09:09] TG: makes em a bit complicated

[09:10] EB: i noticed.

[09:10] EB: apparently i messed up and started doing some weird quadrant stuff at sollux.

[09:10] EB: but it doesn't matter, he says it doesn't bother him.

[09:10] EB: (spoiler alert: it does.)

[09:10] EB: and i know it does.

[09:11] TG: i mean id be surprised if it DIDNT bother him

[09:11] EB: but if i don't say anything about it and act normal maybe it will be ok.

[09:11] TG: hes probably just making it seem like it doesnt bother him both for you and for himself

[09:11] EB: but i can't bring myself to talk to him because i don't want him to stop being my friend.

[09:12] TG: you should still at least talk to him if hes your friend dude

[09:12] TG: but i also think you should talk about the pale stuff too

[09:13] EB: i tried to.

[09:14] EB: but everyone else seems to want to get their nose so deep into my business there's no room left for me. i appreciate spanky but uh...he's way too nosy for someone i don't know.

[09:15] EB: i also don't get the subtle difference in what changes being his best friend to being his pale...whatever it's called.

[09:16] TG: theres only one way to find out and thats asking him about it

[09:16] TG: but id think it over before you do

[09:16] TG: i dont completely understand troll stuff either even though i live with two of them

[09:16] TG: and dude if you need me to back off just let me know ok

[09:17] EB: well, karkat told me he doesn't want any quadrants right now so i mean i don't want to poke that hornet's nest and bite the dust on it yet.

[09:17] EB: there's also the uh.

[09:17] EB: looming possibility that he's going to die.

[09:18] EB: so that's a thing i'm supposed to probably pretend that it doesn't bother me.

[09:18] TG: um what

[09:18] EB: he's messing with that game, dave!

[09:18] EB: and something is wrong with it! like really wrong!

[09:18] TG: nothing good ever comes from that goddamn hell game

[09:18] EB: it's not like i pour over every single post of his but i see enough to know that something bad is going to happen.

[09:19] TG: you definitely pour over all his posts

[09:19] TG: callout

[09:19] TG: and yea

[09:19] EB: i do not!

[09:19] TG: i have a bad feeling about this

[09:19] EB: he's not even denying it anymore, dave.

[09:21] TG: i think cause he realizes shit is going to hit the goddamn fan

[09:22] EB: i know.

[09:22] EB: i should just let other people do things for him.

[09:23] TG: john

[09:23] TG: why

[09:23] TG: ?

[09:24] EB: because.

[09:25] EB: i don't know anything useful to him. i don't know about the game.

[09:25] EB: i don't know anything about trolls.

[09:25] EB: or their romance.

[09:25] EB: or their society.

[09:25] EB: the more i learn the more worried i get.

[09:25] EB: the more i wish i could just pull him here.

[09:25] EB: give him a hug, tell him it's ok!

[09:25] TG: once he gets into the game he might be able to get here though

[09:26] TG: transportalizers are normally a game thing i think from what ive seen

[09:26] EB: i don't want him to ever go into that goddamn game dave!

[09:26] TG: rossea didnt play and she had to build her own

[09:26] EB: i want him to stop messing with it before it's too late.

[09:26] EB: he's going to die.

[09:26] EB: and i'm going to lose my best friend.

[09:26] EB: i'm...

[09:27] TG: john

[09:27] EB: i'm sorry.

[09:27] TG: i dont think hes going to stop messing with it

[09:27] EB: i know.

[09:27] EB: i know he's not.

[09:27] TG: so you can at least hope that he finds a transportalizer and get the hell out of there

[09:27] EB: i do hope.

[09:28] EB: but we didn't.

[09:28] EB: did we?

[09:28] EB: you died.

[09:28] TG: i

[09:28] EB: and so did our friends.

[09:28] TG: i dont know

[09:29] EB: we didn't survive that game.

[09:29] EB: not the same way other people have.

[09:29] EB: did we?

[09:29] TG: i dont think so

[09:29] TG: ?

[09:30] TG: but i dont know what happened at all

[09:30] EB: well my dream says everyone died.

-- eggBoy [EB] is now an idle chum! --

[09:42] TG: my dream says at least me died so i believe your dream

-- eggBoy [EB] is now an idle chum! --

[09:44] EB: it doesn't make it any better.

[09:45] EB: i have a lot of worries ok?

[09:45] EB: i'm sorry for suddenly dumping them on you but they just keep coming.

[09:47] TG: dude john

[09:47] TG: dont be sorry at all

[09:47] TG: were friends right?

[09:47] TG: thats what friends are for

[09:47] EB: yeah!

[09:47] EB: still.

[09:48] EB: i kind of exploded there.

[09:48] EB: hey dave.

[09:48] TG: what

[09:48] TG: ?

[09:48] EB: denny's date tonight?

[09:48] TG: of course : *

[09:49] EB: good.

[09:49] EB: because i feel like sobbing into a grand slamwich.

[10:09] TG: you can sob into as many grand slamwiches as you want bud

[10:09] EB: i can only maybe handle one.

[10:10] EB: they're kind of gross.

[10:10] TG: perfect to cry into then

[10:10] EB: exactly.

[10:10] EB: you've witnessed me crying, i'm gross.

[10:11] TG: DUDE youve witnessed ME crying

[10:12] EB: then we're even.

[10:30] TG: : *

[10:30] EB: right back at you buddy.

#pesterings #viewed oocly #long post //#mentioned:#keedlez2

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hekate1308 · 7 years

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Irony

Denial ain’t just a river, kids, and I’m in so deep I am basically drowning. Enjoy!

“It says it will bring back “The One who has done the most for you”, Dean! This could be our shot!”

“Sammy, I know you want Mom back, and trust me, I do too, but –“

Dean bites his lip.

“We don’t know she’s all that will return to our universe. Lucifer’s out there – “

“And so is Mom”.

Dean sigs and turns to their freshly revived and now human friend.

“Cas, what do you think?”

“There’s a great risk involved” he says simply, “And we shouldn’t forget...”

He trails off. Dean nods.

“Crowely offed himself so Lucifer wouldn’t come back, and we’re trying to open the portal again.”

“No, we’re not; we’re just dragging someone out”.

His brother won't take no for an answer, as Dean well knows, and he will do it on his own if he doesn't get what he wants.

So he acquiesces while trading worried glances with Cas.

Sam has been on saving Mom mode for months now, ever since Dean, reeling from the loss of Cas (and, as he much later admitted to himself, Crowley as well, just a little bit) had done away with the spawn of Satan.

At least Cas came back to life pretty quickly. They still think Chuck had something to do with it.

At least this might bring them closure, if nothing else.

So as Sam finishes the spell in an abandoned warehouse not far from the bunker, both Dean and Cas are holding angel blades, just in case.

There’s a bright flash; the portal opens once again; they hear the thump of a body on the floor; and when they can see again –

They watch Crowley jump up, obviously fuelled by adrenaline.

“What the – “ Sam begins in the same moment Dean moves forward.

Because the shock on Crowley’s face makes two things very clear:

One, he is as human as Cas.

And two, he’s just realizing that as the weight of everything he did as a demon comes crashing down.

Dean’s just in time to prevent him from crashing down on the floor again.

“Ugh. Guys, a little help? Dude’s not exactly a light weight”.

Cas is at their side in an instant; Sam needs a moment longer.

“Something must have gone wrong with the spell” he mutters as they carry Crowley to the car. He’s semi-conscious but unaware of them, babbling to himself with a Scottish accent Dean is pretty sure must have sounded right when he was human, but is all but ineligible nowadays.

“Sam...” he begins, unsure of how to voice his suspicion that the spell did exactly what it’s supposed to do, because if you compare what they’ve been through over the years...

He meets Cas’ eyes and realizes he understands too.

“So which hospital are we taking him to?” Sam asks once they’ve buckled him into the car. He’s silent now, but shaking all over.

“What?”

“Dean, we can’t very well – “

“Why? Guy’s got nothing, Sam. No ID, no insurance, hell, his meat suit might still be on the missing persons’ list, and what do we do then? No, he’s coming to the bunker”.

“But –“

“Sam” he says, tired of pretending that he hasn’t been grieving just a tad for the demon in the last few months because he knew his brother wouldn’t understand, “We’re taking him with us. He offed himself for us, for crying out loud!”

Crowley flinched at that.

“Sorry man” Dean mumbled, awkwardly squeezing his shoulder, “It’s all going to be okay.”

He has no idea if that’s true, but it’s the only thing to say.

“Cas? Can you look after him in the back?”

Their friend nods. He knows exactly what it means to suddenly become human.

And so does Dean. And Dean knows even more than Cas in this special situation, because he’s the one who turned back human after becoming a demon and he remembers the moment all the guilt that had been suppressed while he’d gone dark came crashing down again.

And from what Sam told him – that Crowley once openly bragged about the evil things he’d done – he assumes that he’s not doing well right now.

He does his best to concentrate on his driving and not glance back every few seconds; at least Sam does enough watching for the both of them, obviously still figuring out why they ended up with Crowley.

Dean, meanwhile, is busy attempting to find an excuse why he’s so damn glad to see the former King of Hell, even in his sorry state.

Yeah, he grieved and told himself he shouldn’t, and yeah, sometimes he missed him. They knew each other for years when he stabbed himself, and he’d become a familiar face in a world where that’s a rarity, and –

Yes, maybe their “Summer of Love” had something to do with it as well, because whether Dean has ever admitted as much, they actually were friends back then, or as close as two demons can get anyway.

Crowley doesn’t say a thing the whole drive, which is disconcerting to say the least. Dean doesn’t think he’s ever had a conversation with him without being reminded how much he loves the sound of his own voice.

Loved, apparently. All rules have been thrown out the window, he reminds himself, because that’s no demon in the backseat, that’s a man who needs help, furthermore, a man who needs help because he was helping them, and they won’t throw him out. They’ve history of not treating their – allies as well as they deserve, and as far as Dean’s concerned, it’s high time they stop doing that.

He meets Cas’ eyes in the rear view mirror.

As always, they understand one another without saying anything.

He’s concerned too.

At least Crowley follows orders (and isn’t that just another sentence Dean never thought he’d use).

When they tell him to get out of the car, he does.

When they show him an empty room and tell him it’s his, he sits down on the bed, still shaking badly.

When Dean hunts down some old clothes and hands them to him with an instruction to clean up and change, since his suit looks about as bad as he does, he takes a shower and returns to his room in jeans and a t-shirt.

Isn’t that a weird sight.

It’s pretty clear nothing will be happening when he sits down on the bed again, so Dean searches for the others.

They’re in the library, Sam pretending to read, Cas mustering him with a worried expression.

“Sam...”

“Don’t” he says quietly.

“I’m – pretty sure I get it. I just need some time”.

After a pause he adds, “I didn’t even really mean it when I thanked him that one time”.

“That’s alright. I thanked him too, and I did mean it”.

Dean smiles at Cas.

“After all, he could have just used that lance to gank Lucifer”.

“Instead he chose to save me. I wondered, at the time. It’s become clearer since I turned human”.

Dean grins and draws him into a hug.

“Yep, that’s what humanity’s about.”

Cas laughs.

Dean’s smile drops when he thinks of what this means for Crowley, though.

That’s what, three hundred years worth of doing evil deeds and laughing about it afterwards?

“Sam, didn’t you say he got all weepy and begged for forgiveness when you tried to cure him?”

Sam nods.

“Yes, but back then it happened slowly. This was sudden, and he has to deal with being resurrected too”.

After a pause he adds, “Dean, me asking to take him to a hospital... It wasn’t just me being a bit hard on him. I’m not sure we can handle this on our own”.

“I know”.

But he also knows that teh thought of locking Crowley up and throwing away the key is making his skin crawl.

“He just hates being confined, alright?”

A detail admitted during one of their late night drinking sessions when they were both demons and living it up.

“Alright” Sam says slowly. “There should be someone with him at all times, though. Losing your mind isn’t fun”.

“I agree” Cas chimes in.

It’s the one experience Dean can’t say he’s shared with his brother and best friend, despite the fact that others would probably think he’s as insane as he can be.

Dean nods.

“I’ll start the watch”.

“He’s always liked you the best anyway” Sam says.

Dean snorts.

“Means he’s hated me a little less than he’s hated everything but me, and that includes his mother”.

Oh dear, he suddenly remembers, Rowena. Now that he feels like a human, he probably misses her too.

And then there’s Gavin. He was even upset about his son’s death as a demon.

Crowley’s still sitting on the bed, staring at nothing, shaking.

Dean never thought he’d seen him like this, and he’d lie if he said it doesn’t hurt a bit.

Cain and his “mixed feelings” indeed.

He leans down so he can look Crowley in the eyes.

All he gets is a vacant stare.

Is that even him anymore? Is there a chance they’ve picked up a literary agent from New York, traumatized by years of being dragged around all over the place by a demon?

But no; if this was Crowley’s meat suit, he wouldn’t trust them instinctively.

“Crowley” he begins slowly, “You can stay here, you understand? You can stay here and get your bearings. You know the bunker’s safe. Just... try and get better, alright?”

At least Crowley blinks. That’s more of a reaction than Dean hoped for.

They settle into a routine. Crowley, after a few days of staying in his room and not doing anything, develops a habit of following one of them around, as if he’s clinging to reality by watching those he knows.

He never says a word and he’s certainly not annoying anyone, so they let him.

Even Sam admits after a week that he pities him; and Cas, of course, has long forgiven him for anything he’s done to him.

Dean’s feelings are more complicated, because they’re even laced with guilt because he punched Crowley on the same day he stabbed himself so they could get away.

At least he eats and sleeps when they tell him to.

It’s only Dean’s thorough knowledge of the demon that ensures things don’t take a very tragic turn at the end of the first month.

He’s been suspecting for a while that Crowley’s becoming more aware of his surroundings, and when he realizes doing the dishes one night that a knife’s missing, he doesn’t hesitate.

Without a word he storms past Sam and Cas to the bathroom, where, sure enough, Crowley’s standing with the knife, his face blank as usual.

“No” Dean exclaims as he wrenches the knife out of his hand.

“No. We are not doing that again. Look, I get that you’re hurting and feeling guilty, but that’s being human. You stand up, and you dust yourself off, and you throw yourself back into the fight like the King we know, alright? I told you, you can stay. We’ll figure this out”.

He could have sworn there’s a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

After this, Crowley predominately starts following Dean. Sam thinks it’s a good thing.

“Means he’s establishing his old patterns” he says, whatever this means.

Crowley’s not even bad company when Sam and Cas aren’t around, so he doesn’t mind.

Things start getting better. One day when they’re grocery shopping, Crowley actually reaches out and touches his arm to get Dean’s attention and points at an apple pie with a somewhat mischievous expression.

Dean buys it to celebrate, no matter what Sam says.

Slowly, there are other things too. Crowley starts signing to them, even if he still doesn’t speak, and he actually invents signs to differentiate between them.

Dean’s strangely touched he uses his fingers to symbolize antlers when he means Sam, makes a flying motion when it comes to Cas, and actually imitates a Squirrel when he’s talking about him.

As stated before, most would consider Dean slightly insane.

He points out passages in books and helpful websites to them all the time now, and they can even leave him in the bunker when they hunt, even though they’re reluctant to do so.

But one day, it’s a whole nest of vampires sucking dry a middle-sized town, so it’s all hands on deck, and Crowley nods as they explain.

Not only doesn’t he speak, he also doesn’t send texts, so Dean thinks nothing of not getting a reply when he informs him it’s all been dealt with a few days later.

Nothing could surprise them more than finding dinner ready for them when they return.

Except for one thing.

Crowley clears his throat behind them.

“Hello, boys”.

They turn around to find him smirking at them.

Yes, this is the guy Dean remembers.

A little down-cast, and a little beaten, sure, but close enough.

Things are going to be fine.

#my writings #crowley #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel

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My Unrestricted Opinions on Stranger Things 2

linking @capthawkeye as requested, im sorry this turned into such a rant :’)

First off, i loved the 80′s vibe in the first season and i still love it now its so damn good. One of those things i never knew i needed until i saw it. Like the theme song has to be one of my favorites of all time, it just captures the essence of the show so perfectly god dAMN.

But before i talk about the rest of the Good Shit i gotta get some stuff off my chest about this cause oooOOOHHHHH boy there was some weird shit with this season.

Problem #1.

Max served no purpose. I kept waiting for her and billy to like,,,,, do something??? Like max kinda just followed the boys around, and billy was an antagonist to steve, but like, for what purpose?? Its not even that i dont like them, its more that i dont care about them cause we weren’t given any reason to care about them. So if anything, i really hope season 3 does something about that

Problem #2.

Mike didnt do shit in this season either. I really liked his character in season 1, but in this one, anything having to do with him or his development involved him pining over eleven or some shit, and that was fine and all, it served a purpose, but i would have liked to see a little more of his development with other characters too. Like the scene where he talked with will, that was GOOD SHIT, i wish there was more stuff like that.

Problem #3.

The entire plot line with dart. HoLy FuCK. Dustin what the fUCK? Why are you keeping this horrifying lamprey-pollywog thing????????? Did you not learn your lesson about weird creature bullshit from last year? especially after you watched it sprout fucking LEGS out of the sides of its body??????? that shit aint natural!! And what the fuck are the chances of discovering a new species of that complexity in the middle of god damn iNDIANA? Amazon rain forest, i could see. Galapagos islands? For sure. But BOY sure as hell not in the middle of the US of A. But for the sake of argument, lets say he just got real excited and weirdly attached to dart (Which i know is what they were going for, but god damn that decimated the ever-loving shit out of my suspension of disbelief). So Will, obviously aware of the fact that he spit up a worm boy that looked suspiciously similar to dart. They even show us a got dang flashback. WHY THIS BITCH AINT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT UNTIL ITS TOO GOD DAMN LATE?????????? ooooOOOHhh that really salted my apples, like i blame that shit 100% more on will than i do on dustin. And in the last episode where dustin meets full grown dart in the tunnels and then…..,,,, i dont even know what the fuck happened? ??? ? I thought the demodogs were a part of the hive-mind? Why was dart exempt from this? Like he physically should have not been able to break from the hive mind, heckin WILL could barely break from it. My ONLY guess is that Dustin left a bit of imprinting on dart as a baby worm, but like even thats a bit of a stretch for me.

Problem #4.

Love triangles. Ive never been a fan of them, and i likely never will.

Problem #5.

The overall ost for this season was not as impressive to me as the first season’s. Like i remember specific tracks from scenes in the first season, but i didnt get any of that with this one. It wasn’t bad by any means, but it definitely wasn’t that memorable.

Problem #6.

Ok, i fully realize this is 1 000 000% a me problem, but fuck this show for getting the Stalker Song stuck in my head. Now dont get me wrong, i absolutely adore The Police, theyre one of my favourite bands, but oooohhhhhhhhhHHHHHHH why is their most popular song Every Breath You Take? I remember when my mom first showed me that ear blood and she told me how it was mega popular when she was in highschool, and it would always be played as a slow song at the dances and i was astounded by this????? Its about this dude’s creepy stalker-attachment to a girl and ahhhh?????????? why was that a good candidate for slow dance music? Also i just think it sounds like shit, especially compared to their other stuff (actually i hate their entire Synchronicity album but thats completely unrelated to this). So knowing all this, i remember sitting there watching the snow ball scene and then it dawned on me that it would 100% be a possibility that the stalker song could play, and when it did i think i died a little bit. Like y’all couldn’t have played Every Little Thing She does is Magic??? thats the real good shit, not this schloppy garbage. The ONLY redeeming quality to this choice in song was that it acted as a really nice duality to the fact that the shadow monster is also watching every move they make as the lyrics suggest, which i thought definitely fit the song very nicely.

Ok now that i got that all out of the way i can talk about the Good Stuff

First off, id like to just acknowledge the fact that all these kids are such good actors? like holy shit, especially millie, so god damn talented, im crying

Every scene with Hopper and eleven were so good. Their character dynamic was so good. They played off each other spectacularly, and i hope we get more in season 3. Like they were hands down the best part of this season for me, no questions asked. The scene with eleven’s psychic tantrum was my absolute favourite, it was shot so well, the dialogue was perfect, you could understand why both of them were so rightfully upset, i just loved it.

Another spectacular scene this season was the one where joyce plays back the footage will took halloween night, and she sees the shadow monster outlined in the static of the tv screen. holy shit did that blow my mind. Gave me the same feeling as her communicating to will through the christmas lights last season, pure gold.

I also continued to enjoy all the dnd analogies they used, like True Sight was such a good metaphor for what they thought will was experiencing.

Just the entirety of episode seven honestly.

STEVE what a good father of five, i really loved his turn of character in the last season and he is such a wholesome person and im glad he and nancy broke up cause fuck nancy, she served a purpose but i never liked her character, she dont deserve steve.

I also was really not expecting to like bob as much as i did. he was just such a good-hearted person. I was also not expecting him to die. rip bob and rip joyce’s sanity.

THE AESTHETIC OF THE SHADOW MONSTER WAS SO SO GOOD HOLY SHHHHHHHH and i really loved the fake out where we thought will would be the spy into the upside down, and then it turned out the shadow monster was actually using will as the spy, that was goooood shit. like when the realization hits that will set up the trap for the lab guys in the tunnels, that was so so good.

Thats about all i can think of right now, the rest of it i thought was good, just nothing that stood out like above mentioned things. I may add more if i think of any

#stranger things #ooooooooppppsssss i did not mean to rant that long about the stalker song #it honestly didnt bug me that much #I just found it funny that out of all the popular 80's slow songs they happened to choose the one i have an unnatural hatred for #But besides all that i love this show and would recommend it to everyone #opinion

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